Monday, May 23, 2011

Baby, Don't Hurt Me

What is love? 
Baby, don't hurt me. 
Don't hurt me, no more. 





The scars of your love 
Remind me of us
They keep me thinking that 
We could of had it all



Love is so much less practical than people make it out to be.
You can't choose not to fall in love with the guy that's leaving for Iraq because he won't be around for your kids.
You can't choose to not fall in love because you're leaving in a year and long distance is just too hard.
It bothers me that people live their lives thinking that, as if they are in control of their feelings, in control of who they'll fall far and under what circumstances.
Love is so reckless, so unexpected and consuming. So invasive, uncontrollable and just plain unpractical.

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