Love is about the flaws,
about a bleeding hangnail on your hand,
about scraped knuckles,
about a temper rough
and about the truth.
It’s fingers worn raw
by the guitar strings,
it’s music, not elegant at all.
And when you love,
you accept every flaw,
you put on a band-aid,
you take a cold hand,
you hug, cheering me up,
you don’t hide your shortcomings.
This is a song she wrote,
and she is truly beautiful.
And to be loved,
you don’t need to be perfect,
just honest, and in love.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
Did I ever love anyone?
You know, maybe
Someone was nice to me,
Maybe he took care of me.
But truly, I loved
Only one person. Only once.
His eyes - my eyes loved them deeply -
Were more beautiful than anyone else’s.
His warm hands, holding mine,
And he hugged me tightly,
So gently, like no one else.
And in that moment,
I was happy. Really.
Because he loved me
With the most honest love,
And I loved him back.
But it was all for nothing.
Now he loves someone else the same way,
And he doesn’t think about me.
She’s shorter,
A little prettier,
And she suits him better.
Or maybe I never suited him at all?
Maybe he never even liked me,
And I just made it all up?
Because how can you
Forget someone so fast?
And me? I still love him the same.
It’s hard to say this,
But there wasn’t a single day
When I didn’t think of him.
Even the lines of my favorite song
Always remind me
How stupid it all was.
All the feelings, all the touch -
Now they disgust me.
I don’t want to look into his eyes
And see that he doesn’t care.
Probably, never again
Will I love anyone.
And he will never know
How much I loved him.
I will never feel
A thing like love again.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC