She loves like a child, like a child that has never known hurt.
Adult love is different. Adult love is love that has known hurt, disappointment, loss. Adult love is reserved, held until we realize that it's okay to love.
We call it adult love, because we open up when we think we're safe, but in love, no one is ever really safe. We call it adult love because it involves our heads more than our hearts.
It's an endless walk on a tightrope. Those who walk it, realize that there's no safety net.
That's true for us all.
When love disappears, so does the rope. And the pain is there to meet you.
It rushes up,
the sickening plummet of your stomach as the ground rushes up
and the pain is there to meet you
Even knowing that, I'd still go.
I'd walk it, for the spotlight, for that warmth, because hell is cold, but love is warm. And it's the warmth that we can't help but reach for.
In love, it's the spotlight that we find ourselves surrounded in. Sometimes you just can't see, because of the spotlight, but just because you can't see doesn't mean you don't trust.
Each step easier than the last.
Head held high,
Trusting the rope
buying into something more than you
buying into the hope
the hope that the spotlight
will always be there
The spotlight will always hold you
And the drop?
The drop is for other people
While the spotlight holds
I could walk forever.