You make my day
You make me smile
We’ll end someday
But you’re worthwhile
You sing me love songs
(out of tune)
You’ll forget you did
You’ll hurt me soon
I’ll be your world
I’ll touch your heart
I’ll be the girl
You’ll tear apart
You’ll say it’s pointless
To try and try
You say it’s over
I quietly die
I wonder where
I went wrong
You know I care
Even wrote you this song
The worst part is
I’m not mad about a thing
You broke my heart
But you still make me sing.
Sometimes your love for something or someone will be challenged. Sometimes it will make you doubt if your love was that strong at all. Sometimes you wonder your love was real, or if it was as real as you thought it was. Don’t ever doubt it— it was real. It was strong enough. What wasn’t good enough was reality. Your love was too much for it to handle, too much for it to supply for. Sometimes it was you who didn’t live up to your own love, too, because love is such an absolute and infinite thing, and we are not. Sometimes our own love is too much for our limited human capacity to handle, or for other people’s limited human capacities to handle. You just can’t keep up with it. He just can’t keep up with it. She just can’t keep up with it. The truth is, your love wasn’t weak at all. Reality just sucks, people just suck, nature just sucks, you just suck, and aren’t good enough for just how much you care.
Because, see, the more you love something, the more you care. The more you care, the bigger the letdown when reality bites. The more flesh you expose to a dangerous animal, the more it can tear off, the more painful its bite can be— that’s because you gave so much more for it to consume. The payoff will not always be the same, or equal. But you’ve got to trust your love and hold on to it. This risk of pain and suffering is why people are so afraid to hang on to love no matter how hard it is, and that could be quite selfish. Just think: it’s amazing that we can carry such a marvelous thing in our finite bodies. It’s amazing what marvelous things this marvelous thing can do if we hold on to it through thick and thin. We’ve just got trust that things will work out if we stop being afraid of the dangers. It’s those who look back while running that end up missing a step and tripping over.
Just remember why you gave so much of yourself to what you love in the first place.
We remind me of a highway beneath the setting sun. Of secrets, of possibilities in the reasons why I run through these roads unknown where all I have is knowing that I’m safe; The end’s unclear but all shines brighter even in this place I’ve never been, and it’s amazing.
We remind me of that thing you’ve waited long to call your own …And once you finally had it you could feel it in your bones; with all the sense it made and how you feel so rightfully taken, with how it feels so real it makes all else feel like they’re fake .. And it’s just so amazing.
Make me a part of where you belong and I’ll do the same until we are our own.
She traces the outlines of your words, and letter by letter she puts together a photograph of what never happened. She reads it out like it’s a script she wrote alone, for a stage where she dances to her every self-choreographed move as she matches it to the duet she sings but can’t complete because she can’t hear the other tune. You’d think that it would be playing too much with the flame, but she’d rather plunge into the fires of her mind than be stuck with empty verses that bring light only until the surface of the screen— and no further.
