As Real As It Gets

For a man in my position, it isn't easy to admit that you've cried. Cried over a female at that, but that's as real as it gets. Its also when you're being that real with yourself that you can 1. Let go enough to understand those feelings both giving and receiving them, that would make you cry. 2. Allowing yourself to cry. 3. Admitting that you have cried. So that's as real as it gets. I cry because I've reached a point where I'm comfortable in giving all of myself to you. I cry because I see and feel something from you, that I haven't felt in years. I cry because all I want for you and us is better. Its kinda like that mother who knows her son has all the potential in the world but doesn't put it to good use. Well I see alotta love you in, just not focusing it in the right direction. I couldn't be this real with you if I wasn't real with myself and say. I've come to love you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. That I've come to love you for the reasons you make me smile and for the ones that piss me off. That in a good, meaningful relationship you have to believe that love conquers all things, because if we didn't what would we have. If you look at it if we don't have the love of something our friends, family, or even our self what are we left with? I don't love you like a friend, because I wanna be something more. I love you something like family, but not just like your family. Because I'm looking to become, make you apart, and begin a whole new one. And I don't love you like, you love yourself, and that's only because I love you and your being with me that makes me loving the us. I remember that first kiss, subtle but passionate, I remember that first goodnight, spoken low but heard. But I cry because I don't remember the last one that was made with passion or the last night that was good. As real as it gets, I've begun to love you more than I love myself. And its scary because if I happen to fall any further the getting up won't be easy. The getting up won't be quick and it won't be easily welcomed. I don't wanna cry tears of sadness any longer, but one of joy. Those too that I could admit to having also shed. But as real as it gets, I can make it without you, I'm strong enough for that. But as real as it is, I wanna make it with you, and be all the way weak for it.