Would you still love me

at times I do not love me?

Or times when all I ever do is love me?

Would you still love me when I bitch?

When I break?

For God's sake

would you still love me when it pours?

Or when I pour out symptoms of crazy

but it is love that has a hold on me.

Would you still love me if I was mumbling?

bummin’?

Slurring my words?

What seems absurd

is the way I fail to serve the action you seek

so you say I’m acting

But what am I really doing

if it’s often in return for nothing

except

loving this piece of nothing to death

and he only drives me to deathbed

and casket spelling

Rest well my lady,

I will love you forever and ever

and forever whenever

the time doesn’t seem to get better

I'll know your names weight on my shoulders

and I'll know your kiss

because I know your lips

well enough to speak for you

I know your sound

I know how you walk so I follow in my ego

I know how you say I love you

With your eyes believing in your lie

but I forever believe in the lie

Would you still love me

when all I own is an aching soul mumbling

bummin'

boycotting love for the 5th time this week

Will you still love me when it rains rocks

and we write the pain on paper as proof

And cut bones out with scissor

And show them how naked our sex really feels at the alter screaming encore

And I want next

Would you still love me

at my best,

at my worst

or

even when you don't?