She thinks she is too hard to love
She sees herself as the artwork that is often walk past
Beautiful, yet too complex to understand.
Too overwhelming to analyze.
With too many layers to peel back
And too many colors for the naked eye
Only seen at the surface but never acknowledged on the inside
She thinks she is too hard to love
I tell her…
“Your complexity requires a higher standard of care
you’re not too hard to love
You’re a masterpiece that continues to
hang in low quality spaces that don’t have the
capacity to grasp all that you are
But there is a room for you
And inside there will be Someone excited to pull back each layer and learn all about you
Whose eyes will see through you and study you on the inside
You’re not too hard to love
God made it easy for the one who is supposed to love you
Not everyone was meant to analyze you.
Not every hand is clean enough to touch your pure heart
You weren’t made to please the whole world
There is no one you need to be perfect for
Yet still one day you will be seen as perfect by someone”