Careless love
Quit pouring honey in my ears
You’re speaking diamonds crystal clear
So far away I want you near

Crying out for more
Just a little more
Tied down on the floor
Like a prisoner of war
Oh, I’ve been down so long
The day is nearly gone
I must carry on
With this wasted love

Maybe wasted love would be a good name for a drink, a sort of double entendre. I thought I wrote about this song before, but I just did a little scroll through all my previous posts and nothing.

I think in today’s society a lot of love ends up being wasted, sort of two ways to waste love currently. I think a lot of people feel love that they’re afraid to express because everyone is so afraid of rejection, as if no is the worst thing someone could say.

I’d personally rather have someone say no and know where we stand, than just keep that shit inside and let it slowly eat me alive.

I think the other way a lot of love gets wasted is by people taking advantage of it. Assuming it’ll always be there, that some day you won’t let go and move on.

Sometimes being in love does feel like being tied down on the floor, like you’re stuck, and sometimes you don’t want to be there, but there’s nothing you can do about it, unless you’re some sort of psycho that control how they feel. You can’t control how you feel, only what you do with those feelings and how you react.

Sometimes being in love does feel like someone is pouring honey in your ear, I mean I guess I don’t know what that feels like, but sometimes being in love just feels like everything that person says is sweet, sticks around for a bit.

My personal favorite kind of love is the kind where you fumble your words in front of the person because you’re just so excited to be talking to them, and you admire them so much that your mind is going faster than your mouth could ever keep up with. There’s more to say than should be said. Sometimes less is more. It’s the time of love that makes you feel powerless.

There’s nothing more freeing than realizing you’re in love with someone and just submitting to that feeling, regardless of how they feel, just accepting that you feel this way and there’s honestly nothing you can do about it, so you allow it the room to be what it is, you let it float with you through space and time.

Unfortunately, sometimes love, just isn’t enough.

You make me feel so powerless.

Where the skies are gold not gray,

J.