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a true statement:
if i had to choose one person
--ONE person: one person to be with, one person to be FOR, one person who can be REAL and who can be FOR ME
GODitwouldbeyou
and i know i'm RIGHT and i can't take this fucking around and i can't be neither here nor there and i can't do the wrong things anymore because what's the point?
(orchestral swell)
i think i'm allergic to stability.
i think i'm an uncertainty junkie.
i think i've spent a lot of time thinking i was afraid of loss
--turns out it's much different when you actually have something to lose.
----
i am sickened by how quickly one person can become my Will to Live. i don't believe in "breast guys" or dressing to impress or motherfucking connect 4 metaphors. i don't believe in you anymore. BEING FAR AWAY AND BEING IMAGINARY ARE NOT THE SAME THING, BUT YOU ARE BOTH AND I CAN'T TAKE IT.
you aren't really anything.
you aren't, really.
you aren't real.
you are not actual and i would not trade a thing for you. i wouldn't give up my magical realism or my daydreams, because you are not any less imaginary and you are even more transient.
----
i believe in you more than i believe in anything.
I WOULD GIVE UP MY DRIVEWAY AT NIGHT
i would give up my playlists and my library books and my body pillow and my eco-poetry and my words without borders and my callouses and my brown shorts and my synchronized swimming fantasies because i believe in you and i believe in spontaneity
and i believe in melted cheese.
there is so much faith. i have so much faith, suddenly.
when have i ever had faith?
----
so maybe i don't believe in
can't-live-without-eachother love,
but i sure as fuck believe in
would-prefer-not-to-live-without-eachother love
--and maybe i don't believe in solidarity,
but godDAMN do i believe in dreams and whims
and metaphors and uninhibited wanting
--godDAMN do i believe
if i had to choose one person
--ONE person: one person to be with, one person to be FOR, one person who can be REAL and who can be FOR ME
GODitwouldbeyou
and i know i'm RIGHT and i can't take this fucking around and i can't be neither here nor there and i can't do the wrong things anymore because what's the point?
(orchestral swell)
i think i'm allergic to stability.
i think i'm an uncertainty junkie.
i think i've spent a lot of time thinking i was afraid of loss
--turns out it's much different when you actually have something to lose.
----
i am sickened by how quickly one person can become my Will to Live. i don't believe in "breast guys" or dressing to impress or motherfucking connect 4 metaphors. i don't believe in you anymore. BEING FAR AWAY AND BEING IMAGINARY ARE NOT THE SAME THING, BUT YOU ARE BOTH AND I CAN'T TAKE IT.
you aren't really anything.
you aren't, really.
you aren't real.
you are not actual and i would not trade a thing for you. i wouldn't give up my magical realism or my daydreams, because you are not any less imaginary and you are even more transient.
----
i believe in you more than i believe in anything.
I WOULD GIVE UP MY DRIVEWAY AT NIGHT
i would give up my playlists and my library books and my body pillow and my eco-poetry and my words without borders and my callouses and my brown shorts and my synchronized swimming fantasies because i believe in you and i believe in spontaneity
and i believe in melted cheese.
there is so much faith. i have so much faith, suddenly.
when have i ever had faith?
----
so maybe i don't believe in
can't-live-without-eachother love,
but i sure as fuck believe in
would-prefer-not-to-live-without-eachother love
--and maybe i don't believe in solidarity,
but godDAMN do i believe in dreams and whims
and metaphors and uninhibited wanting
--godDAMN do i believe