oh you know that all i can think of is you.
they say that you can never truly love another person until you love yourself. i wonder if some people are unable to ever love themselves. the road to self-discovery is long and arduous. does one ever truly discover themself?
i suppose in comparison to some, i have lived a sheltered and relatively happy life. i’m the child of divorce, but it wasn’t messy. i’m one of those rare few whose father and step-father get along just fine. on my mother’s side, we do everything together as a family. we’ve never had to struggle to survive. because of all this, i don’t really understand the lives of those who have had negative experiences. i try my hardest to provide a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. but some don’t express emotions as easily or as frequently as i.
i am too tolerant. or so my grandfather says. i’m really not tolerant at all. just in a select few situations. when i believe in something, i will take the bad with the good. some say i’m stupid. i say i’m holding on to something i believe in.
they say if you love something, set it free. if it comes back, it was meant to be. what do “they” say about continually letting something go free, to find it continually comes back? is that a sign that it’s meant to be moreso than anything else in this world? or does it really mean i’m stupid.
everyone deserves to be happy. it’s all just a matter of realizing this fact.
tonight i will sleep on a tear-soaked pillow that smells of you, and hope you find who it is that you think you should be. just know that i have always thought the person you are is just perfect. you have to learn to love you as i love you. for as broken-hearted as i may be right now, all i want is to see you happy. break down the walls. inside, you will find the person i found many years ago.
song for the road by david ford.
well the day cast down
lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns
and i drove 300 miles from the place i call home
and i tipped my hat to the angel of the north
and the sun, it set fire to the heavens
on the hills over sheffield tonight
and i will sail over this countryside with new friends and old
we are nowhere but man, we’re alright
so you can keep your belief in whatever
and i’ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo
and while poets try to engineer definitions of love
oh you know that all i can think of is you
and i just can’t wait to see you on sunday
far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise
but for this evening i will play back every message that you sent
so i can sleep to the sound of your voice
oh
now i don’t lightly use words like forever
but i will love you ‘til the end of today
and in the morning when i remember everything that you are
well i know i’ll fall for you over again
now i know someday this all will be over
and it’s hard to say what most will i miss
just give me one way to spend my last moments alive
and i choose this, i choose this, i choose this
i choose this, i choose this, i choose this
i choose this, i choose this, yeah i choose…
this