Sometimes being obvious is my last resource to exhaust...
Love is a fighting word that we don't know how to use. We slap each other in the face with it, as if all action is excusable as long as we namedrop the L word. I did it for love. You're the one I love. I only hurt you because I love you. Love will keep us together. Love is all that matters. Isn't love enough? Don't you love me? We used to love each other once. All we need is love. Blah dee blah dee dah. In the end, they're all whispers in the wind, pleas that, whether silent or screamed from the heavens, will be barely a memory to the one we utter them to. There'll be that rare occasion where you'll drop that bomb on someone where both of you will remember it, forever scarred from that battle of emotion. I carry a lifetime worth of scars on my burdened shoulders, reminders of good times and bad.
One part of me just wants to tell you everything
One part just needs the quiet
And if I’m lonely here, I’m lonely here
