I never knew you felt that way.
I wouldn't of expected it from someone like you.
Someone as beautiful and delicate like you.
I never knew.

But **** I wish I did.

Many people think that when I say:
"Oh, it's alright"
That I'm complaining.
But for me, alright is just that,
Alright.

Not like "alright" get off my back about this or that.
Not like "alright" I reluctantly give into temptation.
Not like "alright" but it could be better.

My life is alright.
And I like it that way, alright?

Come here baby, let's just lay down.
Our feet are tired from running town to town.
Yet we have to stay on our toes.
Running together but nobody knows.
We need a break, a get away.
A tomorrow's beginning's on yesterday's today.
You look beautiful my darling, like a boat set sail.
You look brave down to the last detail.
Running from town to town, place to place.
It doesn't faze you, doesn't show on your face.
We should just rest, get away from it all.
In each others arms is the only place we should fall.
Dirt on our shoulders, mud in the boots.
Dusting my hair off while I'm looking at you.
Bypass the hotels, motels and more.
Straight to the beach, watch the stars from the shore.
Police won't stop us, because life hasn't yet.
We've gotta keep running, not looking back and having regrets.
Sand in our shoes.
Is all we need to prove.
We've survived an onslaught, we've survived denial.
I'm tired of running, let's rest awhile.

Notice those smiles.
Happiness and joy filling their faces.
Notice them run.
Run toward freedom and prosperity.
Notice the grass.
How it's greener only where you water it.
Notice the sun.
And how it always shines when I see you smile.
Notice the rain.
And how it falls to wash our troubles away.
Notice me.
Noticing you.
For once, my darling angel.

"And here we are".
You've led me into a dark lit room.
"Take off the blindfold babe".
I remove the blindfold, and see beauty.
I see a magical world around me.
"Like what you see?" She says with that beautiful smile that anyone could see and instantaneously feel better.
I see a sign that reads: Paradise.
"Yea. A lot." Is all I manage to say, still in awe of this magical world in front of me.
I realize that she is so kind to bring me here.
She is so helpful, bringing me out of the darkness and into this light.
She is so beautiful, I always stare.
Such beauty, much like this place in front of me.
"This is yours." She says to me in that seductive and beautiful voice.
"Let's go." I say.
Venture into this world together and experience it's beauty.
The two of us together, man we're unstoppable.
She smiles at me and says, "No. I'm not coming with you."
She turns and runs, I call out for her, but she is gone in a flash.
Disappeared.
I turn around, all I see is darkness.
Thunder crashes over head.
Rain starts to pour down on me.
I see a sign.
It reads: "Paradise. If Only We Had Paradise. Maybe We Wouldn't Be So Sad."

Sad again.
Cried again.
Clawed again.
Thought again.
Slept again.
Hated myself again.
Pain again.
Lost it all again.
Come back again.
Please.

Love is such a poignant drug.
It is something you cherish for your entire life,
Until the one day where it is from your hands and from your heart untimely ripped.
What happens when you lose love?
Do you go on a four hour car ride through nowhere and drown the sorrow with music?
Do you cry about it until your tears can fill the Pacific?
Or do you simply thank that person for their time, and walk away?
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
That has been said to me over and over again.
It's like my guidance counselor telling me that when I take a trip to her office due to a bout of depression.
Again.
But, I strangely find validity in it.
I believe that no matter what those cold-hearted, vicious, egotistical ex-lovers have told you, you still exist simply to prove them wrong.
You have to show them that you are prepared to wear the blood from a broken heart like a badge of honor.
Like a sign saying, "I'm a survivor. Can I have another?"
Love is a fickle, funny, nonsensical, amateur, thing.
That's all love is.
Love is not about proving yourself to someone who has thrown your mentality of life away.
It's about being able to see yourself drenched in all that wasted blood from all those broken hearts and say,
"****, that looks good on me."