Against the World
To think that if we met in a different way, they'd be okay.
To think that if people would look at the hot tones , not just the cold tones, there would be a beautiful picture.
To think that if they'd actually talk to you, there wouldn't be haters.
To think that people say this happiness is false.
And to think that if I'd be able to speak, without being interrupted or insulted, they'd know how much you mean to me, how amazing you are, and how happy you make me feel.
Words cannot express the reasons why my heart feels air-tight, or how you catch my breath when we talk.
No one can figure out the butterflies I get, or the rush from when you say a simple word.
No one can explain why a simple phrase like "I'm happy" or word like "smile" means the world to me if it comes from you.
No one has the right to say that what I'm doing is wrong, or to judge you, if they've never even talked to you.
And no one can answer why I love a guy I've never seen before.
But I have seen him, a different part of him. Not his looks, sounds, or faces, but his actions, words, and feelings.
I think the word "love" is easy to say. The only thing difficult is saying it and meaning it.
I can't even think of the words to describe what it's like, just sitting and talking to you.
I don't know why I have so much trust in you, when there's a chance you could be lying. But I'd rather be happy, with a 45% chance of it being real, then be miserable and have it be 100% real.
And it's hard to believe that we can be so close, and to have similar thoughts, but be so far apart, and yet so different. It's the reasons we are so different, is what pulls us together. 240 miles, more or less, is a small step compared to how far I'd go for you. The length is unmeasurable.
Me, just thinking of you, is going against what people have told me, and keep telling me. I feel more like an outsider and a rebel in reality, whenever I get that rush. I feel like the risk I'm taking is nothing compared to what others do.
To think that if people would look at the hot tones , not just the cold tones, there would be a beautiful picture.
To think that if they'd actually talk to you, there wouldn't be haters.
To think that people say this happiness is false.
And to think that if I'd be able to speak, without being interrupted or insulted, they'd know how much you mean to me, how amazing you are, and how happy you make me feel.
Words cannot express the reasons why my heart feels air-tight, or how you catch my breath when we talk.
No one can figure out the butterflies I get, or the rush from when you say a simple word.
No one can explain why a simple phrase like "I'm happy" or word like "smile" means the world to me if it comes from you.
No one has the right to say that what I'm doing is wrong, or to judge you, if they've never even talked to you.
And no one can answer why I love a guy I've never seen before.
But I have seen him, a different part of him. Not his looks, sounds, or faces, but his actions, words, and feelings.
I think the word "love" is easy to say. The only thing difficult is saying it and meaning it.
I can't even think of the words to describe what it's like, just sitting and talking to you.
I don't know why I have so much trust in you, when there's a chance you could be lying. But I'd rather be happy, with a 45% chance of it being real, then be miserable and have it be 100% real.
And it's hard to believe that we can be so close, and to have similar thoughts, but be so far apart, and yet so different. It's the reasons we are so different, is what pulls us together. 240 miles, more or less, is a small step compared to how far I'd go for you. The length is unmeasurable.
Me, just thinking of you, is going against what people have told me, and keep telling me. I feel more like an outsider and a rebel in reality, whenever I get that rush. I feel like the risk I'm taking is nothing compared to what others do.
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Dedicated to Adam, my first and only love, who holds my heart in his hands. You and me, against the world.