i could give you a list full of what i think your worth, of the ways in which i adore you so. yet your eyes seem to burn the ink right off the pages, you wish not to see your beauty--you'd rather smother yourself with your hideousness. the part of you that is dark and untouched, the part of you that you keep hidden so no one will find it. yet you persist you would never hide a thing.
contradictory? sure you are, just admit it. you find yourself so confused and unable to understand it. yet you do not grasp the simple concept. we cannot understand what we deny ourselves to truly see. if we murder the truth, then there shall be lies. you have to protect the witness, not destroy it.
i wish with all my might i could produce a cure to your unnerving puzzle. if i could fix it, you know i would. yet wishing is not enough, not for me. you have to want the change (the fix), you have to crave it. do you not see? its so simple, yet so complicated.
change is something you'd rather run from. you wish not to exchange glances, words, or knowledge. you'd rather keep on running--because it scares you, to know that you're capable of change. yet you are so nieve!! so so nieve! you are change in its most complex form. your hair grows, you body ages, your mind becomes wise--it is all because of change. maybe your secretly running from yourself? maybe thats why your running.
you are no doubt a great mystery, but one i could never solve completely. you are lost with in the bounds of time and regret, and from there i cannot save you. but i'll adorn you with my crown of words, ones to help you along the way.
and in the end if its better, let me know--i want to see if it was all worth it.