Sometimes I feel as if the choices I make are all predicated on the choices of others.
That despite my so called autonomy, I am waiting. Sometimes I wish that others would act as I do. Would see my heart resonant as I see theirs and say you. I want you.
I would move the heavens for such a person. But until that day there is me, feeling this
There are people who take
But Love, Real Love does exist
I Refuse to give Less than I am
I’m sorry that’s scary
I had this song in my head when I woke up, so I guess it qualifies