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So You Think You're In Love?
Forgive me if I laugh...
You're how old now?
Early teens? Late Teens?
Darling your brain
Isn't even done growing
You're desperate?
Desperate for what exactly?
To be hurt too early?
To find that no one is perfect?
That love is not a fairytale?
Forgive me as I sigh...
I sigh at how silly you seem to me
I sigh because I was once you
You say you adore them
That no one is like them
That they treat you like a God or a princess
I just can't help but roll my eyes
Can't you see? That they aren't even ready?
They are just like you, entirely too young
Live life before you destroy it with this desire
This desire to connect on a level you can't comprehend
Leave love for when you are older
When you know more about how the world works
Enter love with your eyes wide open
And trust me you will thank me at that time
I understand your pain...I know how it is
I understand how hard it is to feel alone
But just trust someone who has been there
It is better to not know what you are missing
Then to have a taste of something at too young of age
I'm not saying that love is wrong or that it is for the old
I am just saying give your heart a chance to grow
You're young and your emotions are raw
You are able to throw yourself into anything fully
But if you do this without thought then you are bound
To be flooded with emotions you have never known before
I also suggest you don't read love stories and fairytales
They give you a false base to stand upon
Instead read the history of how lovers courted years
Before a first kiss, before they dared to touch
Please listen to this, listen to me
Love is not for people with hearts still growing
Be content with the love given by a caring adult
Not by some grimy or sweet smelling teenager...
You're how old now?
Early teens? Late Teens?
Darling your brain
Isn't even done growing
You're desperate?
Desperate for what exactly?
To be hurt too early?
To find that no one is perfect?
That love is not a fairytale?
Forgive me as I sigh...
I sigh at how silly you seem to me
I sigh because I was once you
You say you adore them
That no one is like them
That they treat you like a God or a princess
I just can't help but roll my eyes
Can't you see? That they aren't even ready?
They are just like you, entirely too young
Live life before you destroy it with this desire
This desire to connect on a level you can't comprehend
Leave love for when you are older
When you know more about how the world works
Enter love with your eyes wide open
And trust me you will thank me at that time
I understand your pain...I know how it is
I understand how hard it is to feel alone
But just trust someone who has been there
It is better to not know what you are missing
Then to have a taste of something at too young of age
I'm not saying that love is wrong or that it is for the old
I am just saying give your heart a chance to grow
You're young and your emotions are raw
You are able to throw yourself into anything fully
But if you do this without thought then you are bound
To be flooded with emotions you have never known before
I also suggest you don't read love stories and fairytales
They give you a false base to stand upon
Instead read the history of how lovers courted years
Before a first kiss, before they dared to touch
Please listen to this, listen to me
Love is not for people with hearts still growing
Be content with the love given by a caring adult
Not by some grimy or sweet smelling teenager...
Published 2nd Jun 2015
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2nd Jun 2015 10:41pm
Haha ..
So much truth in that piece.
I even felt like I too am too young for love.. How I wish I had let my heart grow..
Teenager please do listen!
So much truth in that piece.
I even felt like I too am too young for love.. How I wish I had let my heart grow..
Teenager please do listen!
2nd Jun 2015 11:10pm
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4th Jun 2015 3:15am
You should start a blog. "From the Blue to the Truth" or "Help for the Teenage Heart". A lot of your perspective on coming-of-age issues directly addresses the internal dynamic of the teenage heart, the girl's journey to womanhood.
Live life before you destroy it with this desire
This desire to connect on a level you can't comprehend
Leave love for when you are older
When you know more about how the world works
Strong reminders like this are among the keys you could use to educate others, especially about older men. Right there in that verse you addressed a subject that comes up frequently in my moral pondering. Point blank, the level of life experience and mentality about the world is what allows someone who's older and more jaded to prey upon the young. But if I were to tell some young person "Hey, stay away, that dude's too old. You're not on his level, he knows the game, he was popping before you came out." Then immediately is push-back, the need for someone to react defensively and prove that they're mature.
So it's cool that right away you got to that. Life is for exploring and living. All the capricious mistakes I made with women and girls, from grasping adult responsibilities and spheres way too young left me with the burdens of realization.
You're desperate?
Desperate for what exactly?
To be hurt too early?
To find that no one is perfect?
That love is not a fairytale?
The details of how pain is, how love is, how disappointment is, how humans really are? Are details that should come slowly. You jump in too quick, you lose so much wonder and security, so much zest and passion for the little things. I rhyme shit like "That's the cost of my blessings / No losses, only lessons" all the time, but that's just an attitude I carry. Losses are real. And the greater qualia of your emotional sphere, and the more you've gained, the more loss you experienced. Don't let any super-motivated person fool you. We fucking hurt too and often have a mountain of regret that can't be moved and has to be walked away from in order to embrace each day courageously.
I also suggest you don't read love stories and fairytales
They give you a false base to stand upon
Instead read the history of how lovers courted years
Before a first kiss, before they dared to touch
Everyone should read things like this. Love stories are designed to keep therapists and divorce lawyers in business. Fairy tales often began as parables crossed with folklore, adaptations of older stories. Neither group of lore counts as Social Evaluation. Or a well-researched and probable Life Blueprint.
But damn, those times I remember still, of watching a woman walk, and getting hypnotized by it. Of being so excited just to approach and speak to her, of listening and being changed instantly by her birdsong, catching the resonant waves, tuning into the emotional current. And drowning in gushes of exploration and discovery. Instant new best friendship for a moment. Capturing that feeling, expanding on it, holding it in my heart is what makes a woman's eyes look to be the size of a Harvest Moon to me when I drift in the moment, just connecting on the conversation, the mental link, without a touch.
And it feels so new. It's a deliberate effort for me to remain openly fascinated with humanity and love for the world. It's that genuine passion to explore life that gets overlooked when we rush to the finish line. I didn't feel the fullness or the rich gushes or any of the fine moments that I talk about here or have been rhyming about for years during the late teen and college days. I entered the adult world at 16 and was propelled forward, mistaking the joy of the moment for mere advancement towards sex. It was an awful way to tabulate what mattered. It didn't yield the results I needed and even the love-making isn't the same when you can't be as open. Heartbreak and pain closes us down, and healing and walking away shows us how to grow and love and risk and laugh again. Staying on a fixed, gotta-have-it path fueled by a glittery oasis of the sex myth burns out a lot of your juice and essence way early. It took years of meditation and self-exploration, changing things to get the magic back for me.
Thanks for writing this. And if you do start a blog, hit me up if you want help with articles. This particular piece should totally be featured.
Live life before you destroy it with this desire
This desire to connect on a level you can't comprehend
Leave love for when you are older
When you know more about how the world works
Strong reminders like this are among the keys you could use to educate others, especially about older men. Right there in that verse you addressed a subject that comes up frequently in my moral pondering. Point blank, the level of life experience and mentality about the world is what allows someone who's older and more jaded to prey upon the young. But if I were to tell some young person "Hey, stay away, that dude's too old. You're not on his level, he knows the game, he was popping before you came out." Then immediately is push-back, the need for someone to react defensively and prove that they're mature.
So it's cool that right away you got to that. Life is for exploring and living. All the capricious mistakes I made with women and girls, from grasping adult responsibilities and spheres way too young left me with the burdens of realization.
You're desperate?
Desperate for what exactly?
To be hurt too early?
To find that no one is perfect?
That love is not a fairytale?
The details of how pain is, how love is, how disappointment is, how humans really are? Are details that should come slowly. You jump in too quick, you lose so much wonder and security, so much zest and passion for the little things. I rhyme shit like "That's the cost of my blessings / No losses, only lessons" all the time, but that's just an attitude I carry. Losses are real. And the greater qualia of your emotional sphere, and the more you've gained, the more loss you experienced. Don't let any super-motivated person fool you. We fucking hurt too and often have a mountain of regret that can't be moved and has to be walked away from in order to embrace each day courageously.
I also suggest you don't read love stories and fairytales
They give you a false base to stand upon
Instead read the history of how lovers courted years
Before a first kiss, before they dared to touch
Everyone should read things like this. Love stories are designed to keep therapists and divorce lawyers in business. Fairy tales often began as parables crossed with folklore, adaptations of older stories. Neither group of lore counts as Social Evaluation. Or a well-researched and probable Life Blueprint.
But damn, those times I remember still, of watching a woman walk, and getting hypnotized by it. Of being so excited just to approach and speak to her, of listening and being changed instantly by her birdsong, catching the resonant waves, tuning into the emotional current. And drowning in gushes of exploration and discovery. Instant new best friendship for a moment. Capturing that feeling, expanding on it, holding it in my heart is what makes a woman's eyes look to be the size of a Harvest Moon to me when I drift in the moment, just connecting on the conversation, the mental link, without a touch.
And it feels so new. It's a deliberate effort for me to remain openly fascinated with humanity and love for the world. It's that genuine passion to explore life that gets overlooked when we rush to the finish line. I didn't feel the fullness or the rich gushes or any of the fine moments that I talk about here or have been rhyming about for years during the late teen and college days. I entered the adult world at 16 and was propelled forward, mistaking the joy of the moment for mere advancement towards sex. It was an awful way to tabulate what mattered. It didn't yield the results I needed and even the love-making isn't the same when you can't be as open. Heartbreak and pain closes us down, and healing and walking away shows us how to grow and love and risk and laugh again. Staying on a fixed, gotta-have-it path fueled by a glittery oasis of the sex myth burns out a lot of your juice and essence way early. It took years of meditation and self-exploration, changing things to get the magic back for me.
Thanks for writing this. And if you do start a blog, hit me up if you want help with articles. This particular piece should totally be featured.
