You're beautiful
You are
Even when the four 'o clock thoughts
stream down your cheeks
Even when you knowingly sleep on the pillows stained with your mistakes
Even when you fly away to a fantasy land
just for a good night's sleep
Even when you carry the weight of your fears beneath those eyes
Even when you're proud about your made up excuses and half-hearted lies
Even when at times you let the mascara scar your cheeks
Even when you get all choked up with your anger against me
Even when your hands tremble at the thought of your addiction
Even when you finally crack open your skin and let it leak
Even when you lie pale, unmoving yet peaceful in the casket of your redemption
Even when you're nothing but the memories streaming down my cheeks.
