i N u

I love how you see
the good things behind this broken shell
and how you keep telling me
it'll be alright
when I keep saying it isn't and it is,
most times, but you make me strong,
so I can make you strong,
and you push and prod me along,
I do the same,
and we stumble and trip
as we tread along the tracks,
not knowing where it is we're going.
And I love that we know what we want
and what to do and still fumble about it
and we fall and we fall
and we pick ourselves up
but there's still a mess
and you're here and that's good,
I wouldn't change that if I could,
the you being here part,
but the mess oh in a heartbeat I would.
I love...