It's the truth, when we're so absorbed in our ignorance.
The fist, when we're already losing the fight.
The sandpaper kisses, when our skin is already torn from our own insecurities.
It's the hardest love to accept, as with it we must first agree it is infact love.
The love we need, not that our ego craves.
The hardest pill to swallow, I guess the one we don't even know we need.