Saturday, November 14, 2009 / 1:47 PM
People are so needy.
They think they need the affection of others, may it be fake, or conditional, or even real. And they'll go to great lengths to get it. They don't even know what it is. They just go out and find someone to love for just one night. It's not like they necessarily enjoy their company, it's just fills a void for awhile.
I'm not one of those people.
But those are the people who fill my dreams with nightmares every night. They're around every corner, asking me for my phone number, if I have a boyfriend. What does it matter? Is my likability directly dependent on my availability? How absurd. I have been touched inappropriately more times than I care to count over the past two and a half years. I've been called a bitch for standing for what I believe in. It haunts me every day how unconscious everyone is.
Sometimes I wonder if there are other people like me. Introverts, lonely artists, aspiring musicians, world travelers, yogis, daydreamers and philosophers. They are hard to find, and I know exactly why. For the very same reasons I lock myself in my room every weekend. I'm okay with never meeting such people, because I understand.
It would be nice to have some company.
But I don't need it.
Especially not the conditional kind.
I know what love is, and will not settle for anything less.
I will stand up for it at all costs.
It is the only thing worth standing for.
There’s many who’ll tell you they’ll give you their love,
But when they say “give” they mean “take.”
They’ll hang ‘round just like vultures till push comes to shove.
They’ll take flight when the earth starts to shake.
Someone may say that they’ll always be true,
Then slip out the door ‘fore the dawn.
But I won’t leave you hanging on.
Another may stay till they find someone new,
Then before you know they’ll be gone.
But I won’t leave you hanging on;
No, I won’t be that someone.
And come what may, I won’t abandon you or leave you behind
Because love is a loyalty sworn, not a burning for a moment.
And come what may, I will be standing right here by your side;
I won’t run away, though the storm’s getting worse and there’s no end in sight.
Some talk of destiny, others of fate,
But soon they’ll be saying goodbye.
But I won’t leave you high and dry.
Because a ring don’t mean nothing
If you can’t haul the weight,
And some of them won’t even try,
But I won’t leave you high and dry;
I won’t leave you wondering why.
And storms will surely come,
But true love is a choice you must make
And you’re the one that I have set my heart to choose.
As long as I live, I swear I’ll see this through.
-Thrice,
The Weight
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