I can fix myself I don't need your help.
You try to think of me as just so weak and girly, but I have scooped up my whole ****** heart and put it back together.
You weren't around for that, as amazing as it was, I've come out ****** and bruised. But I did it by my self with out the help of you.
No, I don't need to talk about it, I will always keep things inside, I don't like that weakness that it gives.
But I've got my self under control, but you my dear, need to learn to fix yourself.
One day I won't be there and you will have to do the same.
You will also see you don't need anybody else but me, for your poor broken, mistreated heart.

I am a sunrise in your eyes and at times,
that makes me green.
I see only red
and sometimes shades of muted gray
when I look at others,
but those colors don't suit you.

A sunrise would suit you,
but I cannot make myself see it.

Instead I see a twilight sky,
riddled with stars,
yet still dark.
If you surround me,
I can't be seen.

If I can convince myself
to believe in the sunrise that you are,
your light will finally banish the darkness
and I'll hide no more.

That frightens me
more than I can say.