You want me to be tough.
You say that tough love gets things done.
And I’ve seen that.
You’ve shown me that over the last 4 years.
Built bridges out of the hard things.
Things like going it alone
And keeping the things you want to share
But I learned longer ago
That tough love wasn’t for me.
I’ve got skin that flowers into bruised roses with a single sharp word.
I’ve got eyes that hold a thousand bloody doilies underneath them.
And I still have scars from the tough love I was given.
So you go spread your tough love.
Sling your truth against the walls
And splatter paint the crowd.
But I will be sitting here planting daisies in hopes of a smile
And building homes in my heart for the lost ones.
Because tough love works for some
People who never knew it
Or people who learned to crave it.
But I’ve had tough love enough for a life time.
Enough for a life.