Someone asked me one day why I wrote so much.
I told them to be quiet because I was listening to what the pen said to the paper.
I was trying to hear their love story.
The one unspoken.

Pictures are lazy ways of creating memories
Pictures only capture mere milliseconds
Memories formed in your head are so much better
You can play them through like movies for later dates
Never having to worry if you'll ever lose a copy or ruin it
Absorb as many memories as you can and only use pictures to amplify them

She was the girl who was addicted to sad songs
She wasn't always sad, it was just how they comforted her
Wrapping around her body, engulfing her ears, and seeming so tantalizing to the soul
You see, sad songs aren't always downers
They're soothing
Reassuring
Promising
She wasn't addicted to sadness, just the music that those sad times gave life to in music

I want to find love in the coldest time of the year
One that will keep me warm on the coldest of days
One that will illuminate the darkest night of the season without fail
One that is inevitable
One that will last
I want to find love in the winter to fill the holes that summer and fall left in my heart to keep me warm and safe.

It's not just notes.
It's the pain in the low notes
And happiness in the high
It's the way people take their pain and sadness and sorrows and push them all out through the notes of a song
It's the anger in the sharps
It's the finally cadenza
It's not just notes
It's how you express them and make them you

Don't use the stairs unless you're willing to help build them.

Give me a reason to give you a chance
Because I'm so sick and tired of dancing this dance
The world has become grey just like your soul
And my heart, I fear, will surely explode
No more easy ways out
No more saving a shout
Give me a reason, one small reason, to give you a chance
Because I've finally given up on this ridiculous dance