Getting tired
Yeah I'm pretty naughty on here sometimes people come on my page and instantly block me before they even say anything. it's okay they are not worth my time..just here to express my thoughts, feelings, and add what is on my mind, make a few friends and push aside the ones that just want to use you...
I think we're all slowly getting tired of losing pieces of our soul for people who didn't even bother seeing past our body, no they just wanted a one night thing, a simple situationship. They tell you to keep believing in love, that hey it will eventually find you, but i don't want the watered down affection that this generation calls love. I want devotion and obsession and healthy possession like yes I'm yours and you are mine and I don't want to look into their eyes on a stormy night and see in them, not love, but doubt. Doubt of whether they're actually staying, whether forever was just a word that rhymed in a poem that wasn't even really mine. They think of leaving while I think of leaning in and kissing their pain away and some part of me is now broken and lost and I am simply and entirely unable to love in a way that is nonchalant or hidden. No. I won't do that. And so i choose to find love in the small things, in the flowers and in the way the world looks after it had been raining all night but sometimes when it's 3 am and I'm alone and the bed is just a little too cold due to that same rain that I loved, do I realise that flowers nor rain can hold me, nor provide me warmth, all they have given me is a fleeting smile and in that moment that hits me like a train i realise I cannot fathom a life bereft of love and i think that's my real curse forevermore....
I think we're all slowly getting tired of losing pieces of our soul for people who didn't even bother seeing past our body, no they just wanted a one night thing, a simple situationship. They tell you to keep believing in love, that hey it will eventually find you, but i don't want the watered down affection that this generation calls love. I want devotion and obsession and healthy possession like yes I'm yours and you are mine and I don't want to look into their eyes on a stormy night and see in them, not love, but doubt. Doubt of whether they're actually staying, whether forever was just a word that rhymed in a poem that wasn't even really mine. They think of leaving while I think of leaning in and kissing their pain away and some part of me is now broken and lost and I am simply and entirely unable to love in a way that is nonchalant or hidden. No. I won't do that. And so i choose to find love in the small things, in the flowers and in the way the world looks after it had been raining all night but sometimes when it's 3 am and I'm alone and the bed is just a little too cold due to that same rain that I loved, do I realise that flowers nor rain can hold me, nor provide me warmth, all they have given me is a fleeting smile and in that moment that hits me like a train i realise I cannot fathom a life bereft of love and i think that's my real curse forevermore....
