so, this is love?

[jadedstripes]

believe me, you'll never find me in a cage
i refuse to be held down by the undeserving
whoever i'm with must be liberating,
not some inconsiderate that will leave me in misery.
my numb heart is ironically excruciating,
i'd rather find my own means of entertainment alone
then have some momentary bliss everyone else will call love.

and what is love anyway? how is it a common word?
i mean if love is true it can't be monotonous,
the fact that its a day to day term
leads me to believe you're all suckers for
the idealistic lifestyle of
inward turmoil.

and these are all the words
you never want to hear
and these are all the things
you never want to know
and these are all the things
you wish to not be true
and these are all the things
you'll deny up and down.

drastic beginnings because there are no endings
no one can ever get too close
too independent or too self confident
i hold my standards on a pedestal
so high that i can't even reach them
i try my hardest, but even i let myself down.
these are the thoughts that remind me
i'll always be alone
[because i know, i'll
ruin my chance before i ever even get one]

and these are all the thoughts
that cloud my corrupted mind
and these are all the negativities
you'll use against me in time
and this is how i feel
[i hope it changes at some point in life]

i dream of possibility,
and i beg you to prove me wrong.