You Couldn't Know.

There's no way you would know,
that I cry when I am up against conflict.
Or that I can't ever really let things go.

That I sit in my room and dream of impossible things,
that I paint pictures in my head,
because I can't do it on paper.

You couldn't possibly tell,
that I love more than I ever say,
because I don't know how to sound it out.

I love my friends more than they ever loved me,
and my family the same.
And yet I still have a hard time with commitment.

You'd never know that people are more important than things.
To me they are unspeakable treasures.
Even the ones I barely know.

You'd never know that I'm a hypocrite.
That I say things I don't mean,
because I'm afraid of what you'd say.

I also suffer from depression,
and the worst nights of my life could have been cured...
By just one person holding me.

But you wouldn't know that.
You wouldn't know that I listen to music to release my emotions,
because I know of no other way.

You couldn't know that I am one of the most interesting people you have ever met.
That I have a personality that you could fall in love with;
That I am a hopeless romantic.

You don't know that I get frustrated...
And that I am frustrating,
but I get still make you smile out of it all.

I bet you don't know that I love boys with tattoos
and piercings that still say please and thank you,
and kiss their mothers goodbye.

I fall in love too easy, without knowing how to fall out.
But you couldn't know that.
There's no way you would.

You couldn't know that I hate the way I look,
and I stare in the mirror and wonder if anyone could
look at me and still say, "I'm happy just with you."

You wouldn't know that I am pessimistic, optimistic, crazy, sane, passionate, lovable, sexy, adored, hated, thriving, frustrating, dying, bulletproof, miserable, happy, cheap, friendly, good, up and down, shady, honest, story-teller,  human and totally... utterly worth being with.

But you would know if you asked.