Loving is difficult and is something I have yet to understand.
It is only by some sort of fate, perchance,
that I will find someone who will be perfectly alright
to love such an individual that has yet to abide to her own advice.
I have a difficulty in giving everything to a person
without even turning into a wall and become uncertain.
My friends give me plenty of assertion,
and to which I only really reply,
"Loving is difficult,"
I understand it is meant to enhance
the life that I'm given and sometimes I feel crammed
to purposefully hide and disguise
that I really don't know and am quite terrified.
In any sort of circumstance,
loving is difficult.