the truth is, my heart is twisting in every direction imaginable. the truth is, i've peeled my skin back and i'm feeling this in the rawest way possible. the truth is, if i could stop my eyes from spilling these tears i would. and the truth is, i have a lot of fighting left in me but i don't know if its needed. the truth is, i haven't been able to breathe as easily. and the truth is, i'd let you go completely if it meant i'd leave you better. the truth is, i've never been more alive, because a part of me has never been more dead. and the truth is, no matter how sick i feel around you, i've never felt more at home. the truth is, i can't do a thing in spite of wanting to do everything. and the truth is, you'll never find another me. the truth is, i realize i can be who i've always hoped to be, and could be. and the truth is, i'll be okay. but the truth is, i wonder if i could have been more okay with you. but the truth is, i can't make you be okay with you first. the truth is, i can't explain anything logically because no matter how hard i try, it doesn't make sense to love you. the truth is, i shouldn't, and i shouldn't let you back. but the truth is, i can't explain it. the truth is, i'd lose all the sleep in the world to stay up and talk to you. and the truth is, no amount of time could fix things, but we have all the time in the world to make it new. the truth is, i'm crazy. the truth is, i don't know what's best for me. and the truth is, everything is more beautiful than i can bear. but the truth... the truth. the truth is, i don't know anything. how to feel, how to hope, how to trust, how to smile, how to cry. the truth is, i'm just...alive. and the truth is, i'm okay.
the truth is, all will be well.
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