To love someone is like a power and a weakness.
You've been granted this greatness but carry the weighted burden.
It's when your joyfulness most shines, but tears and emotions are summoned and awakened.
The cloudiness comes naturally, and lying gets easy.
We try our hardest to hide our true weaknesses and fears.
But our lovers are investigators, they find what is private.
We willingly let them in, with the assumption that we tried to hide our secrets, we really did.
But in that temple, on that shrine, exposed, and filled with enlightenment.
We no longer are our own, we have given up our soul, a piece of us.
Which we believe is all for the better.
Until we are left broken and unfinished.
To which we are sadden and depressed.
We begin to harbor our insecurities more now than ever.
Until we soon find another.
