It isn’t easy loving me.
I have a suitcase full of excess baggage,
That travels along wherever I go.
Just waiting to spill out everything inside of me.
On many days,
I’m lost and weak, just searching for a reason to breathe.
And on the other days,
I can love just as fierce and passionately as any romance novel.
In truth….I’m far from perfect,
In fact, I’m mostly imperfect.
Mixed in with a cocktail of failures,
And too many bitter regrets.
I can turn your world upside down,
In the matter of mere seconds.
But gently hold your hand,
When you need a friend the most.
I’m sort of crazy that way I guess,
Not planning for this to be who I am.
But for some reason God intended for me to be this way,
I’m just a little sad, seeking for someone to understand.