Overwhelmed

I’ll surrender my world to you if that is the only way I could become a part of yours.

I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don’t want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness and I want Valentines and Cupids and all the rest of that crap. I want it all.

When I met you I thought I found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with… I was done. So all the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues.. who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose her. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.

I like him. But I loved you. I was so in love with you. I let you go because I had to. Because it hurt too much. I needed to be able to look at you and still see this great guy that was trustworthy and understanding. I needed to be able to look at you and see my best friend, not just another person who let me down. I moved on, yes, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten. And that doesn’t mean that I won’t be here anymore if you ever want to come back.

You know for most of my life I would have gone through this alone, but then I met you. And I finally found someone I could depend on like I've got this. So I guess I called you 'cause I wanted to know if that was still there.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

If I could go anywhere in the world, I would choose the sky. But I wouldn't stop to mingle with the birds or race the jet planes or even catch a ride on a rocket. I'd just keep going, and maybe if I flew high enough, I would melt into the sun. And I would finally burn with the type of passion I've only ever dreamed of.

I like people who have a sense of individuality.
I love expression and anything akward and imperfect,
because that's natural and that's real.