See it takes conviction to love somebody in their darkest hour, when they're acting out their worst fears.
My uncanny ability to fall down can only be matched by the unselfish way she carries me.
As I push she pulls, creating harmony in our balance.
What a true unconditionalist, a martyr for the sake of love.
She feels alone I think, as I act alone, machismo soaring through my veins.
Why is it so hard for me to lay it down? Must I win a battle that only yields casualities?
Her style of victory is by stopping the blood, the fruit of my insecurities.
I can learn the world from this if I open my eyes, especially when my heart is unprotected.
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