Death and Taxes
"Two things to look forward to in this world are death and taxes." Quoted from my father, this statement is more than true. It's blunt. It didn't mention love, or music, or games or clothes; only two things.
I can assure to you that if I understood this statement two years ago, I wouldn't have been hopeful for a lasting love. I would have just lived in a relationship, hoping for the worst so that my heart would never ache. Makes sense right?
If you were to ask me, I would like to follow my heart completely. None of this, letting your mind dictate what happens. NO. All I wanted to do was love you. Yes, you. I might've showed it in the worst ways possible, but that's all I ever wanted. Yes! I was immature, careless, irresponsible, arrogant, ignorant and hard-headed, but weren't you? Not even a little? It's funny because I sit here, trying to remember the worst parts about us and hate you, but the worst parts were me, so do I hate myself instead?
If the world were to work in my favor and have more expectations than death and taxes, I would add in love. Not a spiritual love, but a fleshly love. The love that hurts when it's over-powering. The love that just won't leave you alone once it has swallowed you up. The love that lingers after it left you. The love that doesn't know how to breathe without you. That kind of love. I wish I had because I used to, and it was strong.
But not strong enough to live; it died without me and left me empty. So looks like all I have to look forward to are death and taxes.
I can assure to you that if I understood this statement two years ago, I wouldn't have been hopeful for a lasting love. I would have just lived in a relationship, hoping for the worst so that my heart would never ache. Makes sense right?
If you were to ask me, I would like to follow my heart completely. None of this, letting your mind dictate what happens. NO. All I wanted to do was love you. Yes, you. I might've showed it in the worst ways possible, but that's all I ever wanted. Yes! I was immature, careless, irresponsible, arrogant, ignorant and hard-headed, but weren't you? Not even a little? It's funny because I sit here, trying to remember the worst parts about us and hate you, but the worst parts were me, so do I hate myself instead?
If the world were to work in my favor and have more expectations than death and taxes, I would add in love. Not a spiritual love, but a fleshly love. The love that hurts when it's over-powering. The love that just won't leave you alone once it has swallowed you up. The love that lingers after it left you. The love that doesn't know how to breathe without you. That kind of love. I wish I had because I used to, and it was strong.
But not strong enough to live; it died without me and left me empty. So looks like all I have to look forward to are death and taxes.
