Don't You Fall In Love

So don’t you fall in love
Don’t make me make you fall in love
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me
Nobody needs to fall in love
I swear I’m just a bird
Girl, I’m just another bird
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me
Like Me


No one really knows the feeling. You can ask anyone, "Have you been in love before?" Most of their replies will be a yes. But really, have you? If you were in love you wouldn't have broke it off. You just had a very strong connection with another individual. Maybe something bad happened or you guys were both looking for something different out of life. I'm glad I start this dating adventure at a later age some people. I started just before grade 10. If I had started in elementary school, I don't know what I would be going right now. I'd be so confused, so "heartbroken" like the rest of the worlds population that over fourteen years of age.


Young people seem to think that they are 'mature'. That they have experienced so much more than some and that makes them wiser and smarter than others. Slap those across the face. They don't know what they are talking about and they sound stupid. That's life as a teenager. You experience shit! You experience loss, heart breaks, difficult times, good memories, bad situations, and everyone gets abused a little these days.


Who says that those who are desperate are right or those who wait for love to walk around are right? Those who are desperate go out and look for what makes them happy. Then get more heartbroken then those who wait, but they slowly learn what they like and don't like about people and life. They find out their potential and what they want. Those who wait don't make themselves vulnerable to hurt. They are strong and put up a bit of a wall. The one person who can tear down that wall carefully and ease into their territory can win their hurt. They know for sure. They don't put themselves out there and look for love out of anything. They let the 'spark' happen on its own.


And who am I to be talking about the secret life of love. I am only seventeen going on eighteen. I don't know what love is,  no one should know what love is until the moment they die. That's what I think. Love is a friendship, romance, a connection and bond that you cannot have with any other human being on this planet. Love is when the other pops into your mind with positive thoughts and all you can think about is holding them and telling them how you feel. when you constantly check your phone to see if you got a text from them and when you do, you smile just by seeing their name. Love is when you have things in common and nothing in common at all. You love each other's flaws and differences. You love the good and bad about them. Love is when you touch them, the slightest tap, you get goosebumps. When you see them smile and look into their eyes, you melt. When you kiss the world around you spins and time stands still, nothing matters but you and that other person at that moment, until you hear some one screaming "Get a room!"


Love is full of surprises, good and the bad. No one is perfect, we are all human and make mistakes. We don't know what we like or what we want. We make it your mission in life to figure us out. People fuck up and that's normal. Don't fall in love with me.
I am a woman. 
I will tear you down. 
I will hurt you. 
I will burn you. 
I will trick you. 
I will make you fall in love with me. I'm just another girl. Like the rest of the woman population. Nothing different about me from the rest. I don't stand out, I fit right on in like a puzzle piece from birth. No body needs to fall in love. Just another bird.

Surfacing

You're launched out into nowhere with a mission. That mission you are given is actually a mystery. You are given a letter only ready to be opened when you don't know where to go or what to do. You open it only to find that it's a blank sheet of paper. Now what? You scrounge around looking for the answer but you cannot find a single thing or a single hint. You are left out there with no communication and cut off from the society beneath you. You always cry for help with the slightest chance of being heard. Slowly lose your sanity. Soon enough everyone is insane and they all think their tickers are working perfectly. As the time passes, slowly dissolving into this media run society with one mental brain controlling it, you buy into it. That you have one mission. That you have one answer. That we are all hear to make a difference. We are all unique. All one of kind. You're wrong, you're insane. We are told as kids about fairy tales and and myths. We believe what we are told and we take that and pass it on. Pass it on to others and other generations. We look stupid, we are their little puppets, they try to contain us into one small package, keep us from having a voice and speaking up. Those who speak up look insane. No their not. They are brave. You're little blank white piece of paper isn't going to get you anywhere, do what you want to do. This is nonsense, this post is nonsense.