February 16, 2017
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Love is Just a Compromise
Love is about compromise
You ignore all the white lies
Because you want to believe them
You go along with their game
Just to see them smile
And in the end it’s all the same
You’re the one who walks that extra mile
Compromise, you know they aren’t perfect
But every single day you swear
That they’re worth it
Every flaw, every scar, every imperfection
Is just another thing that you can love
You ignore the unsavory parts
The arguments and the fights
It’s worth every scar on your heart
To be the one that they might
Fall in love with
And every day you can feel them
Getting farther away
And every day you try your best
To get them to stay
But love is filled with compromise
And in the end it’s no surprise
You just weren’t good enough for them
You Love What’s Left of Me
I tried to build walls
Made of steel, titanium and my own will
They were supposed to stand tall
Be impenetrable, invincible
Withstand the assaults of all who try to tear it down
But you, with your bright smile and your soft touch
You lifted the palm of your hand to my walls
And they crumbled at your fingertips
How? How could you have been so strong?
So willing to break walls that did not want to be broken?
I have burned all of my bridges, closed all of my doors
I have cut off all of the strings that tie me down
And yet, there you are. Comfortable.
Making a home out of the rubble.
How can you stand in my ashes and tell me
That they are something to be loved?
How can you look at my cracks and say
That you’ll love them, as I stand here, broken?
I am amazed. My heart has seized and stopped.
You have broken me down to the smallest parts
And yet you smile. And take me in your arms
Tell me you love me, because of my flaws.
You did this to yourself
You did this to yourself.
You got what you deserve.
You’re the one who decided,
To fall in love with her.
She’s too perfect.
She’s worth it.
So you thought.
And when you look in the mirror.
You stop to think about,
What you ever did to deserve her.
It’s your fault she’s gone.
It’s your fault you’re alone.
And it’s your fault she crushed you to pieces.
My name isn’t Juliet
This isn’t a fairytale
My name isn’t Juliet
I’ll never get my Romeo
I don’t want to love yet
I want to live while I’m still young
And love when I’m older
Be safe while I still can
And dangerous when I’m bolder
I’m not ready for romance
Or even just a fling
I’m still learning the dance
That life is teaching me