Love in Past Tense
You speak of love like this
but, I know what his secret is.
Honesty is a funny thing.
The underlying truths we hold within.
It is something that we can never reveal.
Yet, we say he loves us no matter what.
Like a drug, that without it, then comes withdrawl.
What about loving yourself for who you are
or how you look?
No, instead we think of how we must look
to the superficial eye.
Because deep down it really matters.
In truth faced with the judgement of oneself.
Blindly looking in the mirror enough not to realize.
Starring back, a reflection of a fake disguise.