All My Loving, I'll Send to You
I officially love you. This isn’t a new discovery, or anything to marvel over really. It’s just a fact that is—something simple, something easy, something honest. We all know how much I love honesty. I can’t deny it. The truth is apparently my best friend, sitting comfortably on my lips. I won’t lie if you ask me this question, I won’t tell you something to make it better, or disguise how I’m feeling right now. I wear my secrets sewn snugly into my sleeve, resting atop my wrist, waiting for you to see them.
So I love you, for everything I’ve seen and everything I know. And it’s been hard to keep it quiet with my honest mouth on fire. I’ve called and written and sent you all the notes I can write with trembling fingers. When you don’t respond, I’ll try again, too afraid to give up.
I love you; it’s easy, now that I know how perfect it is to do so. I love you, from the moment I let myself, in that instant sort of love you kind of way. Your charms are enough to pull me in, and I’m pulled. And even when we move through phases of insecurities and moments of uncertainties, I won’t stop—I can’t stop, you’ve tangled me around your finger, and I can’t let go. I love you, despite it, this unfailing, foolish love. Unwavering, and sometimes unwanted. No matter what you do, however you act, I will love you still. I will fight for your happiness, I will fight for our love, but I will not fight you.
Love like this has left me before, broken and silenced by those who refuse to accept it. But nevertheless I love. What has happened to me that I can find it, unwavering inside of a heart so broken the bloods spilled on the floor, what has caused me to see the best in the people who tend to hurt me the most? What has allowed me to allow myself the pain, to let go of the fear, and love despite the sadness I’ll eventually endure? I know on some level you don’t love me, not the way that I do. I need you more than you will ever need someone’s love like mine. I know someday you will leave me, hanging on words I pray you don’t mean, but maybe you always will. I know this and yet, despite my mind’s warning, I put my heart on my sleeve, next to my secrets, waiting for you to see it. Waiting for you to take it. Waiting for you to break it. Hand it back with all the pieces, please, and leave me the needle and thread.
I love you, in these moments still, when I know someday I’ll miss your loving the way I’ll miss my ability to.
December 9, 2007
Author's Note: for everyone I love this unconditional, foolish, uncontrollable love--my friends and more.;)
I officially love you. This isn’t a new discovery, or anything to marvel over really. It’s just a fact that is—something simple, something easy, something honest. We all know how much I love honesty. I can’t deny it. The truth is apparently my best friend, sitting comfortably on my lips. I won’t lie if you ask me this question, I won’t tell you something to make it better, or disguise how I’m feeling right now. I wear my secrets sewn snugly into my sleeve, resting atop my wrist, waiting for you to see them.
So I love you, for everything I’ve seen and everything I know. And it’s been hard to keep it quiet with my honest mouth on fire. I’ve called and written and sent you all the notes I can write with trembling fingers. When you don’t respond, I’ll try again, too afraid to give up.
I love you; it’s easy, now that I know how perfect it is to do so. I love you, from the moment I let myself, in that instant sort of love you kind of way. Your charms are enough to pull me in, and I’m pulled. And even when we move through phases of insecurities and moments of uncertainties, I won’t stop—I can’t stop, you’ve tangled me around your finger, and I can’t let go. I love you, despite it, this unfailing, foolish love. Unwavering, and sometimes unwanted. No matter what you do, however you act, I will love you still. I will fight for your happiness, I will fight for our love, but I will not fight you.
Love like this has left me before, broken and silenced by those who refuse to accept it. But nevertheless I love. What has happened to me that I can find it, unwavering inside of a heart so broken the bloods spilled on the floor, what has caused me to see the best in the people who tend to hurt me the most? What has allowed me to allow myself the pain, to let go of the fear, and love despite the sadness I’ll eventually endure? I know on some level you don’t love me, not the way that I do. I need you more than you will ever need someone’s love like mine. I know someday you will leave me, hanging on words I pray you don’t mean, but maybe you always will. I know this and yet, despite my mind’s warning, I put my heart on my sleeve, next to my secrets, waiting for you to see it. Waiting for you to take it. Waiting for you to break it. Hand it back with all the pieces, please, and leave me the needle and thread.
I love you, in these moments still, when I know someday I’ll miss your loving the way I’ll miss my ability to.
December 9, 2007
Author's Note: for everyone I love this unconditional, foolish, uncontrollable love--my friends and more.;)
You'll Be the Only One to Make Them Go Away