Loving you comes easy. Being loved by you is harder. Letting you love me is the hardest thing I have ever chose to do. It is hard for me to believe anyone could love me-let alone you. It's hard to believe anyone could treat someone the way you treat me. You feel too good for me, so much closer to heaven than me. Maybe it's a pedestal I didn't realize I put you on. I want to be on the same level as good as you. So I try to stop breaking myself apart. I can never reach your podium if my foundation is in ruins. I chisel down myself from the inside, so no-one ever sees it.