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Thursday, January 30, 2014

The Corner We Stand On

We keep on pretending that we don't even care.
I guess we think that would be easier.
But the more we pretend we don't, the more we realize how much we actually do.
And it hurts worse having to pretend you don't,
When all you want to do is throw your arms around him and kiss him 'til the sun goes down,
But we longingly walk away instead.
And it scares us more to love than to hate, 
And we fight because it's all a game.
Neither of us want to give in, because someone, somewhere along the way told us that made us weak.
We were told we never needed anybody and we could take care of ourselves.
Trust no one, they said.
We always think the worst because it's easier to prepare yourself to be let down than to be blindsided by it.
But the truth is, we have to go through life allowing ourselves to be affected by others.
Those feelings breathe life into our souls, and without them, we're nothing but a body.
When I choose faith over fear, I know in my heart I'd rather be with you than without.
And that scares me to death, but it means I'm alive.
I'm not asking you to love me, I'm asking you to trust me. 
I'm asking you to trust yourself.

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