Here's the thing: I think I could love you really hard. I truly do.
I used to pinch my skin,
rub it raw,
hoping that my exterior would fade.
You see, I know I'm not much.
My fingers are too bony, my thighs rub together when I walk, and my lip always quivers
even when it’s the middle of summer.
I talk too loud in movie theaters and too quiet in front of microphones.
I have a thick skin, and terrible feet
and my hands tremble when I cry.
I never seem to stay in one place
but most of the time I never quite know
where I'm heading.
I know I'm not much to look at
but I've been told that I've got a heart
almost as deep as the Pacific Ocean and
I'll love you with every inch of it,
if you’ll let me.
Here's the thing:
when I love, I love hard
because I have never believed in
doing things half-heartedly.
I'm going to love you with every corner of me.
this is my heart.
I know it’s not much but
it’s all I've got.