Dangerous Love;
When you love someone, it's true what they say.
Love is blind,
. . . and deaf.
Every word out of the mouth of the one you love rings like sweet poetry and you drink it in like the water that gives us life.
You'll find yourself defending them against allegations from others. You'll insist their intentions were pure, and that their heart is always in the right place.
They can do no wrong, and you'll believe their lies as the god-given truth.
You won't see their faults; you won't even believe they have any.
You'll think they're an undiscovered gem in a mine of dust and dirt, their shine undiscovered by none other than the likes of you.
You won't acknowledge their influence on you until it's too late.
Even through your fights . . . the ones that rip you to shreds and cut you to your core . . . you'll find a way to cling on to what you have for the fear of loss.
You'll accept the way they hurt you just to maintain all that you've given to the love between you. Because love is pain, right?
Your highs are higher but your lows are lower;
and we think we must accept that.
But you see, love can actually disable you.
It keeps you blind and deaf to the truth of a situation, or rather, helps you ignore it.
Everyone wants love, everyone wants to believe the relationship they have with another is love, yet how can we be sure?
Love commands this great sense of loyalty and commitment that can drain you, when it could all be for the wrong reasons. See, loyalty is a tricky thing. Even something as commendable as 'loyalty' can manifest as a mere mirage of morality. Objectively, loyalty is respectable and honorable; it's a pillar of personality that I revere highly in myself and others. Loyalty also acts as a dear friend and an associate of romantic love. It's practically fundamental to it. It's also a foundation for lasting friendships to be built off of, as it should be. Loyalty and commitment are proper notions; they bring us comfort in an unsettling world. But what if your loyalty has been to the wrong person? What if, all this time you were loyal to something which you'd never really questioned and took the time to rationalize why you were loyal to it?
Because love can also be fickle. One day you might wake up and take a different perspective on what you have. You might realize that all you have accepted as the truth from the one you love . . . that it was all a facade. The time you spent believing in and counting on the words they told you, the time you spent listening to their views and endorsing them, never taking the time to form your own, that it was all a mistake. And for what? A loyalty to what you had between the two of you? What about the loyalty you owe to yourself? Where did you take the time to figure out who you are and what you stand for without someone else's influence?
Our society reveres love as our prize and goal for living. We are taught to operate and run our lives accordingly so we can one day earn the love of another and find truth and all that is important within them. . .
Love is blind,
. . . and deaf.
Every word out of the mouth of the one you love rings like sweet poetry and you drink it in like the water that gives us life.
You'll find yourself defending them against allegations from others. You'll insist their intentions were pure, and that their heart is always in the right place.
They can do no wrong, and you'll believe their lies as the god-given truth.
You won't see their faults; you won't even believe they have any.
You'll think they're an undiscovered gem in a mine of dust and dirt, their shine undiscovered by none other than the likes of you.
You won't acknowledge their influence on you until it's too late.
Even through your fights . . . the ones that rip you to shreds and cut you to your core . . . you'll find a way to cling on to what you have for the fear of loss.
You'll accept the way they hurt you just to maintain all that you've given to the love between you. Because love is pain, right?
Your highs are higher but your lows are lower;
and we think we must accept that.
But you see, love can actually disable you.
It keeps you blind and deaf to the truth of a situation, or rather, helps you ignore it.
Everyone wants love, everyone wants to believe the relationship they have with another is love, yet how can we be sure?
Love commands this great sense of loyalty and commitment that can drain you, when it could all be for the wrong reasons. See, loyalty is a tricky thing. Even something as commendable as 'loyalty' can manifest as a mere mirage of morality. Objectively, loyalty is respectable and honorable; it's a pillar of personality that I revere highly in myself and others. Loyalty also acts as a dear friend and an associate of romantic love. It's practically fundamental to it. It's also a foundation for lasting friendships to be built off of, as it should be. Loyalty and commitment are proper notions; they bring us comfort in an unsettling world. But what if your loyalty has been to the wrong person? What if, all this time you were loyal to something which you'd never really questioned and took the time to rationalize why you were loyal to it?
This is where love can become dangerous. . .
Because love can also be fickle. One day you might wake up and take a different perspective on what you have. You might realize that all you have accepted as the truth from the one you love . . . that it was all a facade. The time you spent believing in and counting on the words they told you, the time you spent listening to their views and endorsing them, never taking the time to form your own, that it was all a mistake. And for what? A loyalty to what you had between the two of you? What about the loyalty you owe to yourself? Where did you take the time to figure out who you are and what you stand for without someone else's influence?
Our society reveres love as our prize and goal for living. We are taught to operate and run our lives accordingly so we can one day earn the love of another and find truth and all that is important within them. . .
All I'm saying is. . .
Should that be the case?
