But how could I ever make you understand?
I couldn’t give you the flowers
without you feeling the thorns;
I couldn’t give you the love
without pieces of hate;
I couldn’t give you the health
without some moments of illness;
I couldn’t give you the best of me
without giving you the worst.
I am a coin and both faces count.
Even if I were to hold your hand,
and explain you with tender words,
the reality of my nature and yours,
the shock of my feelings and yours,
the illogic of this life,
the reasoning and this losing battle.
[Incomplete, maybe]
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