To love and to lose is living proof, that we are a compilation of the people we choose.
Who we let get to us, and who we let break us.
Who we let change us, and who we let make us.
It's a slippery slope, but I've got hope.
I have hope in the things I can't see clearly.
I cling to each part and love them dearly.
I give myself away along the way.
Every day I make the mistake of letting them take more than they should.
I lift my hood from my messy hair, and show you things some wouldn't dare. I show you my desires, weaknesses, and scares.
This dream I have to love and feel loved, has sadly become my favorite drug.
I'll lose my senses and let down my fences.
I'll let go of the defenses that I've built.
If your cold, I'll give you a quilt.
One I've sewn, you can call your own.
I'm not built for all of this guilt.
I'll walk tall - but flimsy, on stilts.
I'll give you my kidneys, and soon be killed by all of this love
I've
always
felt.
