If we're being honest, I'm obsessed with the sky When i look at sunsets i wonder how Satisfied God must feel after painting them And when i think about God i think about how Everything in our world functions as half to a whole Days and nights or men and women I wonder if God split itself into a Million halves just to re-find itself again So when i think about re-finding ones Self, i think about the day i found you The half to my whole, skin like gold You smile when i tell you there are no Sunsets that could take my gaze off you I've been told i have a tendency to Love hard, So I'll try to love you gently I'll wait for you to find yourself on Days when mirrors don't reflect familiar faces I'll be peace The kind you can rest your head on Knowing I'll still be here in the morning I'll be careful Because i know the past hasn't treated you as well as our future will If i'm being honest I always find myself trying to find myself And I'm not confident every day, So I hope it means more when I confidently say that I love you I struggle with insecurities but i wont project this onto you I will not make it your duty to show me how to love myself I only ask that you love me in the way you do Honestly, I'm obsessed with the sky When i look at you and wonder how satisfied God must feel Having painted something more beautiful than sunsets