Love: The Antithesis of Fear

Don’t  you ever wonder what goes on inside someone else’s head?

Don’ t you ever wish that you could just die instead?

Why does love hurt so much? Pull and twist and rip?

When all you ever did was take a tiny, little risk?

Why is it that you tell yourself, just give it one more chance?

When everything else keeps telling you, don’t take a second glance?

What is it in human nature that makes us steal and lie?

What is it that possesses us, makes it so hard to say good-bye?

I can’t  believe that it is love, that makes us be so foolish.

I won’t allow myself to say its fate that leads us to this.

I cannot say that love is there when logic fails and reason forsakes us

I cannot say that it has any part in the force that creates us

Love is just a simple word, made up and fabricated

It means nothing, and never will, we cannot evade it

We say the word to convey joy, and an emotion we cannot describe

But what we really mean to say are all the things we’re trying to hide

You make me laugh, you make me cry, but in the end I still smile

You scream, I yell, and then we kiss, it’s worth all the while

We call this feeling love, but that’s not what it is at all

Love is a complex game we play,  a game in which we all will fall

We know the words will make someone care

So we say them, in hopes that their soul we can ensnare

And once we do we use them, abuse them in every way

Until they have nothing left to give us but tears and boiling rage

And then because we don’t want change, we still keep them there

Telling them things we know they need, even when we don’t care

It’s the change we’re fearing, but we won’t let it win

It’s the responsibility that holds us, but we can’t let it in

We see who we are with them, and don’t want to be who we are without

Because then we lose ourselves, in the uncertainty and doubt

What if they were the one? How could I have done it?

It’s so much easier to go back, than to move beyond it

Love isn’t so much a feeling as it is the antithesis of fear

And as long as we’re bound to it, that can never be made clear