Must Be Done

I must
Be careful what I say to her
This type of talk weakens her
I know ill never admit it
But I guess I could think it

And though this is the part of my courageous point of view
A view of myself the way she and no one can see

I am not who I say I am
I am not what I claim to be
To others I am one thing
But to her I am perfect

Perfection is not what I am nor what I see
Confusion, pain, and scars is what I am and what I see

I keep making excuses
I keep trying to run
One day the truth will massacre
It will not set me free

I should go
Yes I should
For everyone's good
But this place we are in
From a long way we have come

I know what will be the end
I know all will not be well
But why do I still fight
Why won't I let go

Love? What is love?
Love is truth.
I must be true
But can I truly be true?

It's too late.
We will both get hurt
She again

I can't do that
She's too precious
Too pretty
Too good

But I must
For those reasons
So that she too can be free
Of my words my promises my hands

What must be done must be done