I have a curse that gets in my way,
It wakes me in the morning and builds up my day.
It follows me everywhere, it hangs in everything I say,
It swallows my thoughts, it takes my mind astray.
Perhaps there’s some of us that belong to everyone,
perhaps we belong to no one, perhaps we belong to nothing.
I have so much to give, my friend, I’m afraid it won’t be
touched by anyone.
I’ve come this far, I’m young at heart.
My mind’s a thousand miles away
then it comes back and stays.
I’m not afraid of being alone, I’m just afraid that this is my destiny.
I love so much that people don’t comprehend it’s density.
I choose the people that are never accustomed to this intensity,
people that come from a place where their lives are laid out scarcely.
I don’t mean to but they get tired.
I don’t mean to but they get expired.
Is it me, friend, or is this my propensity?
To love so much, so immensely and then just be thrown back
into the sea so distastefully?
Maybe I’ve yet to learn how to explode.
Be the movement in the hearts of those I chose to keep so close.
Be the water that calms the fire, be the fire that lights the night.
Be the wind that takes you higher, be the gravity that holds you tight.
So I don’t know what’s true and what’s a stinking lie.
The fact is, who does? Who thinks they know what’s right?
When I try to write something strong, something that moves,
it’s all turned down in full flight.
So maybe I’m too complicated to be loved like I want to be.
Maybe I’m too crazy, too hysterical, too angry, too emotional.
Maybe I’m just cruising by and those who love me are too irrational.
One thing’s for sure, I love seriously, I love forever.
I don’t fuck around, I don’t spill the vital vial, I don’t take a hand and release it.
I take that hand, raise it so high and squeeze the life until it bleeds it.
Ah, but alas! I have no more to give but all of me,
let’s just hope and strive to get someone that loves the whole of me.
Afterwards I learned, that the best way to manage some kinds of pain fill thoughts, is to dare them to do their worst: to let them lie and gnaw at your heart till they are tired; and you find you still have a residue of life they cannot kill.
Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it.
What happens when perfection isn’t good enough?
You can love someone so much, he thought. But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
John Green (An Abundance of Katherines)
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
You warred with yourself to do the right thing and that says so much about your character. I respect you for that.