I'm tired of music being about you
Every note sings as images run through my head like a projector I can't shut off
I got to thinking, (I've always been thinking),
But I got to thinking and here goes:
The difference between me and a dog is that I know you'll never come back

"I love you" while you see them hungry should mean you feed them
"I love you" while you see them thirsty should mean you give them to drink
"I love you" when you see them naked should mean you clothe them
"I love you" in the midst of all this need does not say,
"I love your hunger, I love your thirst, I love your nakedness."
It says, "I love you, and because of that,
"I hate your hunger, I hate your thirst, I hate your nakedness."
Love does not mean leaving as be, love does not mean acceptance.
Love means feeding and giving water and clothing, love means fixing.
Love means love of you and thusly a non-acceptance of their faults,
a non-acceptance of their problems and their needs,
Love means that you must give, to sit down like the Good Samaritan
and feed the destitute,
give water to the man lying down,
and offer him your coat.
Love does not mean that you wander by the homeless man and think
to yourself how wonderful that person must be and how much you appreciate
their existence and how we cannot judge others
and how each soul is worth something.
In fact, each of these truths are true but if you believe them, you have
to take them to action. If you think someone is wonderful, I do not believe you
until you help them and show them your love.
If you do not try to help and fix someone,
I do not believe you appreciate their existence.
If you do not try and help the homeless man,
I do not believe you think he is not at fault for his homelessness.
If you do not take the lost and poor and needy under your arms,
I do not believe that you believe every soul is worth something.
Love means action. Love is not words.
If love is only words, it means nothing. It is not love.
However, we know what love is- we were given a definition.
"For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me."
Love does not leave hungry, thirsty, stranger, naked, sick, and lonely.
Love is not acceptance. Love fixes. Love does.

December is when I met you
December is when I felt for you
December is when we kissed, and you took me on a horse carriage ride to see the Christmas lights and we were so close I was scared you could feel my heartbeat.
December was cold, my bones were aching, but something about you stopped the quaking in my chest and the flurries in my brain.
December was when I felt your touch and your kiss and knew I needed it.
Since then, you've kissed me, and you've sang to me, and you've been adorable and nervous around me, and all I've done is love you more and more.
January 1st was when we made plans for New Years Eve, but you said you couldn't stay.
February 14th was when you wanted to surprise me, tell me you felt for me so we could start something new. But I had been with someone else and you fell into the arms of another. She broke your heart and my heart was breaking for you. I wanted to love you and cherish you.
July 29th was when you took me on a date, and we were both nervous. I was blushing so hard and tried hard not to smile too much. You were sweet to me and we shared the most wonderful moments. But you didn't want to make anything official.
It's November 12th, and we want to be together. Circumstance won't allow it but I swear to you I'll make it happen. I swear. I love you.

YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME AND RUINED MY INNOCENCE,
YOU COULDN'T SEE THROUGH YOUR ******* DRUNKENNESS
YOU RUINED MY LIFE AND MY FAMILY,
LOOK AT ALL THAT YOU ******* DID TO ME,
AND YOU'VE GOT THE AUDACITY
TO MESSAGE ME, "Hey"?
YOUR FIANCÉ WAS MY SISTER, AND YOU LURED ME IN AND I ****** IT ALL UP
AND NOW ALL I DO IS MISS HER
YOU HAVE A BABY WITH HER BUT ALL YOU COULD THINK ABOUT WAS GETTING INTO A GIRL'S PANTS WHO IS TEN YEARS YOUNGER THAN YOU?
WHERE THE **** ARE YOUR MORALS, YOUR VALUES, YOUR GUILT?
OR DID IT JUST ALL DISH OUT ON ME?
CAUSE I'VE NEVER FELT SO ******* EMPTY, SO WORTHLESS, SO *****, PLAGUED.
HOW THE **** COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME? TO MY SISTER? TO MY BABY ******* NIECE WHO I'M NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO HOLD ANYMORE. EVERYONE SAYS I'M THE ONE TO BLAME
BUT HOW? ALL I DID WAS EXIST

AND MY DAD TOLD ME, "You could have said no" BUT YOU COULD HAVE NOT COME ONTO ME IN THE FIRST ******* PLACE. THIS ISN'T ALL MY FAULT, AND YOU DENY IT BUT THE PROOF IS IN MY RAGGED SOUL AND CRUSHED INNOCENCE, THE DISTRUST OF ANY MAN WHO TRIES TO TOUCH ME

LOOK AT WHAT YOU ******* *DID TO ME

AND OH MY GOD I CAN'T WAIT TO KISS YOU AGAIN, BREATHE LIFE INTO MY CORRUPTED LUNGS

Spring came and the flowers bloomed.
By then, hope was at an all time high.
When summer came, flames of light engulfed the ground.
By then hope was nigh.
Autumn came and went in an instant, leaving us with a new color palette of leaves.
There was a sense of renewal in the air, like having hope was alright.
As winter came, and the snow fell around,
My heart said I wasn't wrong to feel the way I did.
When spring came around again,
I realized,
The seasons will always return, but you never will.