my every flaw is out there every imperfection all the things i despise the characteristics the features i can't stand its almost too much for me to handle i'm so used to letting something go and then reaching out to grab it right back one step forward. five steps back into my shell. if i had the chance i'm afraid i'd change everything about me but then it wouldn't be love anymore...would it ? its called perfection and i haven't ever been able to grasp it but i'm trying so hard with every thought and every movement. maybe its too much ? i guess i just don't understand. i accept it. and i live for it. but why ? why love me? i'm just a snowball of insecurities im afraid with one wrong move you'll see right through me. maybe one wrong step and you'll step right over me. too attached? but not attached enough. if i'm open with you will you throw that snowball back in my face? ...like everyone else i've ever met. oh, love. what would i do without you?