sometimes you hear a song multiple times. you’ve sung the lyrics, said you loved it, but you never really listened. and you couldn’t have, because life hadn’t tuned your ears yet. hadn’t presented the hurdles that make you strong enough to pick up the lyrics, and despite them having moved your body at some point they never moved your spirit. 

[what you want might make you cry. what you need might pass you by.]

        and you let him move you in the same ways that kept you in the same places then told yourself you were happy to be standing still. deceived to the point where tears couldn’t be derived.

[but i loved a young man.]

        and i kept loving even after i knew deep down he had never started. i changed what love was before admitting he wasn’t. how to undo deep seated self deception?

[see, i thought this feeling?] 

        allow yourself to feel what it is, knowing already you can create something from someone tearing you into nothing. 

[but, how could this be?]

        because what i wanted made me cry rivers and i could stop, but should i let him dry my oceans, too?