Needy
fuck feelings
Not everyone u lose is a loss … unless it’s me … then u fucked up
What do I know about love?
Nothing.
Where does the love go when it runs out? When does it leave? Why does it die? Do you kill it In one violent blow? Or is it a million unattended, unhealed little cuts and scratches?
What do I know about love?
Everything.
It creeps into my chest.. uninvited and untamable. I know love has no mercy on anyone.. rich, poor, idependent, codependent, confident, insecure.. it will bring you to your knees - if you did it right.
What i know for sure about love is.. that you never come out out of it the same. The other person is a chemical and I am a chemical.. and we both will come out as different people than when we met. I know when you're in love kissing is everything. Because words aren't the only way to tell someone how you feel. I know when you fall in love, you feel like you're the first and only two people in the wolrd. Every kiss, every touch, every caress.. is like something you feel nobody has ever felt before. And you think - has everybody that's fallen in love before just... walked around this nonchalantly the whole time? You're at a restaurant with your friends and you can feel it, the secret under your tongue. Burning like fire.. but sweet.. and it creeps up to your cheeks and makes you smile- and suddenly you look down and see your heart's veins reaching, reaching, clinging to someone else's heart. I've learned a lot about love in my 20's but.. not enough to maintain control in the face of its power.. and for every new thing i learned, there was something else i couldn't understand.
All I know is love changes you, if you're lucky, to something better.
What I know for sure is.. falling in love with life itself makes an artist out of everyone. I thought I was making art before. Writing songs was me making art but.. now I want my life to be the work of art. And my songwriting to be the camera that I take a picture of it with.
It's what I'm living. That's the art.
What do I know about love?
Maybe nothing.
And that's why it's everything.