You say that people can never really love someone.
That we are not capable of giving away all of our attention and affection to someone else.
I say that you are a liar
I have loved you since the day I laid eyes on you.
And trust me, I love everything about you.
The way you look so confused when you don't know what I'm talking about.
The way you song, even though you clearly can't.
I love that you remember the tiny little things that I don't.
I'm sorry for that.
I would gladly give you all of my own being if you asked for it.
Or even if you didn't!
I pray that I know you as well as I think I do.
You are more than a friend to me.
When it rains, and there's lightning, I remember to not go outside because you said I would be electrocuted.
Even my memory is dedicated to you.
You are written in the bruises on my skin.
I have given you my skin
The worst of my insecurities.
What more can you ask for?
Or rather, don't ask.
I will wrap up my fears, loves, dreams, insecurities, and longings in a simple brown box and give them to you.
They were yours anyway.
So if that isn't love, if giving yourself completely to another person, isn't what you think love is, then I have nothing else to give.
But if I did, if I did, trust when I say that they are yours.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
You say that people can never really love someone.
That we are not capable of giving away all of our attention and affection to someone else.
I say that you are a liar
I have loved you since the day I laid eyes on you.
And trust me, I love everything about you.
The way you look so confused when you don't know what I'm talking about.
The way you song, even though you clearly can't.
I love that you remember the tiny little things that I don't.
I'm sorry for that.
I would gladly give you all of my own being if you asked for it.
Or even if you didn't!
I pray that I know you as well as I think I do.
You are more than a friend to me.
When it rains, and there's lightning, I remember to not go outside because you said I would be electrocuted.
Even my memory is dedicated to you.
You are written in the bruises on my skin.
I have given you my skin
The worst of my insecurities.
What more can you ask for?
Or rather, don't ask.
I will wrap up my fears, loves, dreams, insecurities, and longings in a simple brown box and give them to you.
They were yours anyway.
So if that isn't love, if giving yourself completely to another person, isn't what you think love is, then I have nothing else to give.
But if I did, if I did, trust when I say that they are yours.
Wow, I haven't posted in a long time~
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