Love

I feel she is empty and won't open up,
I'm struggling to connect and scared to interupt,
She say's its me. I'm ugly and selfish,
I never treat her or take her out
As if love has issues when acting childish

Or is it something I can do without?

She makes me laugh at my expense,
I make her cry when things get tense.

Theres something I can't quite see,
Maybe its nothing or it really is me.

Am I all those things she claims
Am I so tight that I am to blame,
Am I ugly inside with no moral guide
Or is she just confused and hiding behind her pride?

Maybe love has no answers but expects us to try,
Or it could be deep rot already set inside.

All I know is this,
Those I love.

I love till I die.