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When the storyteller of Don Quixote told me that love needs no excessive gestures
I felt it was true
And when you saw those words written on my journal
The same time we found the courage to hold on again
You said it isn't about needing though
It's about wanting
And that was what I've been trying to tell you this whole time
I didn't want you because I need you
I needed you because I want you
I love you
But it was only this time that I realize how true those words were to me
We never needed big surprises in public places
And thousands of pictures and social media posts
Although I would have loved that
Love found no need for labels
To know I have you and you have me, always
I don't think there's anything that could ever encompass what we had
Is there a label that could say we found what love really is with what there was
Love didn't need a hell of a roller coaster ride relationship to prove its worth because
You were right
When you feel it, it'll stay there
You just believe it
Not the kind of belief where you believe in something to make it true
But the kind where you believe because it is true
Love needs no excessive gestures
It only needed you and I
It only needed us, in our little bubble, soft glances, warm smiles, right by each other's side, with certainty and calmness we've never found before
Love needs no excessive gestures
But we had always made it so much more.
He writes songs to cry out
He allows his tears to flow his lyrics
For time he's been holding in a river of tears
As a man, he shouldn't be weak because
Weakness is feminine
Weakness is threatening
Weak is a man that cries!
A weak man he would be labelled...
Silencing the cacophony of judgements,
He sat down in his room and attempted to write,
His hands started shivering
His fear was a crisis happening
Little did he know, he was fighting tears from flowing!
Teardrops expressing his sadness of this world
Teardrops grasping onto his pupils fearing ridicule!
He wrote persistently
But his rhyme turned soft
And his hands were lost
Lost in translation of a pool of teary words and torn paper
It was beyond him at this point
He shed out his tears
And cried out a lifelong of tears
They will never know, he comforted himself
They will never know the pain, he confided in himself
But as the saying goes,
His actions spoke louder than his words!
He let that song cry.
It hasn't been long since I recognized you
It hasn't been long since I opened up to you
It hasn't been long...since I appreciated you!

You were just another...thing I believed was close to me on an airmobile!
A thing that spoke with actions,
One day you're shining,
One day you're crying,
Another you're crestfallen!

There's an infinite number of people experiencing an infinite number of things in life,
And how you choose to simplify and complicate life upon me, by day and by night
1000s have expressed their emotions through people
Seeking their guidance from within
Neglecting your existence that's a win!
I'm jealous!
I'm jealous of the way you see them and not me!
I'm jealous of the way you spoil them and not me!
I'm jealous!
I'm jealous of the air you're breathing with them...and not me!
I'm jealous of the distance that's keeping us apart!
I'm jealous!

My jealousy is superstitious,
It's way above us!
I wrote you down on a note, trying to connect with you,
But instead, I realized the distance between me and you!
Continents apart,
Oceans apart,
So far, yet everlastingly so close!

I'm jealous!
I'm jealous of the years I missed out on spending with you,
I'm jealous!
I'm jealous of the times I knew I saw you as something more, but didn't say anything!
I'm jealous!
My jealousy is ridiculously overwhelming!
But to think about getting jealous of you,
Gets my soul jealous for my heart being stolen by you!
My jealousy is disappearing!
I try to play you like piano tiles
Slowly, carefully hitting every key
But sometimes I speed up and skip a note
Leaving you with an open door to flee!
Shamefully, I sit aside and gloom
Expecting you to tag along and perhaps help me bloom
I expected though!
Expectations do lead to disappointments
How did I allow that?
To play myself like that?
To miss notes and fly like that?
Now you're gone!
Dead & gone!

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