Sunday, September 19, 2010

crazy love

with people you care about,
as you grow and change and learn about yourself,
you begin to fit a certain mold.
you wrap yourself around it and make yourself as big as can be
and shrink yourself so you're comfortable
you make all the adjustments necessary
sometimes these are good
sometimes you fit perfectly
and for some people..
they take pieces of you and when they up and leave
you're left with something unrecognizable
and you can't seem to remember how to get back to the way you were before.
so you have two options:
a) you can try and fix whats left
or
b) you can start a whole new you
fresh starts, new consideration, better view of the world
better outline of what you want and don't want
what you like and dislike.
but then those few people come along
and listen closely..
it doesn't happen to everyone
they walk into your life
by accident, on purpose, by chance
and that mold you've been trying to squeeze yourself into
that person you've been trying to become and wondering about
stops- and reconsiders
when you realize the mold they make for you
is tailor made
is for you, only.
i'm not talking about love, no
i've never been in love.
but i've become comfortable with the idea of it-
familiar with how it feels to care about someone
so deeply you lose where the feeling ends.
this is where those stories come from
the moments people try to imitate and the relationships
people don't know to wish for
because you could never imagine they exist
unless you've known it.
this is lovely, this is beautiful
this is so, incredibly rare
it may not be forever- you don't make promises
but the fact that you've had the chance to feel it at all.
"we have the what movies are made of
and don't you know these aren't silent black and white dreams-
this is loud and colorful as can be
you say slow down honey, let it simmer
cliche- but you make me feel like the morning after winter
burning light finally finding day
baby lets believe this crazy love will find a way"
there isn't world enough to stop it.

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