It's hard to imagine how much I
hate that you're beautiful.
…your eyes, your lips, your
hands.
It's funny that you're funny, and
that is so sad.
You cry, I laugh, we're mad.
It's kind of scary that we know,
that it is as we see,
A reflection of you; the
reflection of me.
It's in this that we find our
solace and hope.
...to belong, to be free, to be.
