Owners manual:
The heart. How to love, my God don't ask me. For I know nothing of this love. And no matter what his song says, lil Wayne doesn't know how to love anything but weed, women, and his horse teeth.
Don't ask me what love is, because ill tell you what I think. And trust me, you don't wanna hear what I think, because ill get off on a tangent talking about some girl I'm madly in love with.
But if you want to know how to love, that's all up to you. There is no specific way to love. But I can tell you how to know if you're in love.
Now we all have a different concept of love, whether it be someone's looks, personality, or just the thought of them. But let me tell you, love isn't an easy thing.
Oh my God what does this kid know about love? Why the hell is he telling me how to know if I'm in love? He's just a teenager! He's just being a whiny little kid, who can't get over his ex girlfriend because he thinks he loves her.
If you're in love, you won't care what they dress like or how they act, you'll be there for them and you'll catch them when they fall. You will kill them if they sincerely asked you to take their life, and kiss them as they took their last breath and put their hand on the blade sticking through their chest where you used to lie your head when you wouldn't feel so good because your parents don't want you to love them. The chest where their heart is, where you'd put your hand and feel their heartbeat pumping so fast because they are with you, and their heart is beating just the way yours is because your hearts connect like some jumper cables on the old cars that are your hearts. You both share a past of being bullied. Of being called the stupid kid who cuts them self because they want attention.
Because you're trapped in a small black box with no air holes, and your mouth taped shut, when you just want to scream your lungs out, but you can't because it won't matter. You both are trapped in a small black box placed several inches away from each other just to torture you.
You know you're in love when you're with them, and nothing else matters to you. Not your grades in school, when you're late for work or class, when you just try your hardest to see them.
When they tell you things you never wanted to hear about them, and sure a few tears are shed, but you still think you love them,
You probably do.
Then I think I am in love. "when you wouldn't feel so good because your parents don't want you to love them."
ReplyDeleteI love the last four paragraphs.because I know how this feels.
"you know you're in love when you're with them, and nothing else matters to you."