"I love you"
" A constant commitment 
                   or 
       an instant obligation?"

Falling in love is a lot
like the vicious storms
we fear so much
You hear about what happens
how it feels
and you try to prepare yourself
but you're never quite ready
for what's to come
it comes slowly
little by little you see it unravel
and then before you know it
it devours you whole
You swear you see it coming
but the truth is you never really do
and that's the terrifying part
It's everything you've wanted to feel in life
but would never dare to mention
You feel alive
so alive like you're on the top of a mountain
You feel scared out of your mind
so scared like you're facing your worst fears
You feel brand new
so new like someone took your soul and wiped it clean
You just want to shout
and tell the world
about this new feeling
bursting out of your chest

What were my goals born of?
Desire for more,
The feeling I would die if I didn't follow them
The knowledge that I can acheive them
The idea that this is what I was born to do?

Or am I just to scared to persue
What I wabt to do?
Will I ever be brave enough to figure it out?

maybe you didn’t feel it
when i licked myself
off of your lips.

maybe you didn’t feel it
when i traced the back of
your knees with my fingertips.

maybe you didn’t feel it
when you rolled over in the
morning and saw how well we fit.

i knew it when you
picked the eyelash off my  
cheek because it felt like a kiss.

i knew it when you
took the long way home so there’d
be a few less seconds to miss.

i knew it when you
would wake up and leave me because
my heart would contort into a fist-

all so i’d never have to let you go.
but you would never know.

she's afraid of reoccurring nightmares
afraid of choosing a single instrument to play, she can't stay with one
beautiful sound-producing musical wonderwall,
of committing herself to one,
and I was wondering if she was really talking about instruments
or talking about people,
talking about me--
am I a violin or a piano?
it doesn't matter because she says she wouldn't stay with any of them
anyway.
she's afraid of going downstairs to brush her teeth at night in the dark
and instead of picking up a tooth brush
she's afraid of picking up a razor in its place,
and god i tell her
all about my nightmares
how I run and outrun myself
or try to,
I reveal that I fear and love being
alive, I expose myself and my personal
horrors,
and I tell her, tell her it all, and for the first time
she looks at me with eyes that aren't empty,
eyes that are sorrowful as they are
compassionate and she tells me
"it's okay".

Fight on, fight on,
carry on the weight.
The world maybe
upon you shoulders,
but you've a place to be so don't be late.

Fighters fight,
for a reason
that is their own,
but the misconception here is
they think that they're alone.

Fighters fight on!
Let nothing stand,
stand in your way,
let nothing stand,
so stand this day!

Fight for whatever reason that maybe,
take up arms! Join the ranks, stand together, you and me!
Join your brothers and sisters,
as they fight the good fight.
Many are alone, scared, in the dark,
it's our job now,
to turn on a light.

To the fighters out there,
everywhere.
Fight on, fight hard,
even when it seems all is lost,
remember the your ace in the hole,
the joker card.

It's a word that is (or very well should be)
known by all,
when it is spoken, shared, and used,
evil takes a fall.
I hope you know the word,
I'm speaking of.

That's right my friend.
The power.
Of love.

So fight on.