More

More than the loving, the fighting, the crying
More than the sadness, of hatred undying
More than the pain, the blade pushing through
More than the seething I see there in you
More than the tears, the eyes pay in truth
More than the wilting the flowers fall to
More than the absence of honesty too
And more than the places we die and fail due
The places we live, the places layed blue
More than the pieces that lay frail in you
Of parts of our lives that fail to fall through
I will always love you, the you that is true