where do i begin to tell you what i mean?
every time we allow ourselves to love,
we allow ourselves to feel
we allow ourselves to hurt
and everytime i love
i love more than before.

to always love is to always be hurt
past love can transform
and new love builds
but i’ve never taken back any of my love

it’s no secret that i’m starting to love you,
i just haven’t gotten around to telling you yet.

you’re counting stars
just like the one before
my memories are bleeding over onto you
& i’m feeling lightheaded
i hate losing my balance.

i am angry
because i’m already hurt
because i don’t want to miss you too.
because you don’t see me
because i see you
because i wish you were gone.
because you will be gone.
because you asked me if i trusted you,
because you don’t trust me.

i cannot give you what you already have
i cannot return to you what you already had
i have nothing but myself.

“When you’re alone, you can make any choice you want. But when someone loves you, you lose that right. I won’t give anything away… I can’t.”
-hilary swank as alice paul

i won’t give you anything more than love,
but i’m willing to share.

vulnerability is a part of being an artist.
we have no secrets,
but we hide ourselves
in the colors shapes lines
in the words phrases lyrics
in the sounds chords melodies
it’s almost as if we fear being seen plainly as we are.

i can feel you when we speak
i can hear you when we touch

i can tell that you’re already in love
i won’t tell you that i will love you better than she did
i won’t tell you that i will love you better than she will

how will i love when i love you?
when will i fall when i’ve fallen for you?

all i know is how to love,
i know nothing of what it is to be in love.

it’s no secret that i’m starting to love you,
i just haven’t gotten around to tellng you yet