My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I’m sure.
Why we all hang onto something we know we might have to let go. It’s like we’re scared to lose what we don’t really have. Sometimes you don’t want to ask certain things, not because you are scared to ask, it’s because you’re scared to know the truth behind it. Some say we’d rather have that something than nothing, but to have it halfway is harder than not having it at all.
It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, but then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. They did something dumb one day, and then your life changes. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you, and a simple phrase like “maybe we should be just friends” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.