Everything Has Changed - Alex G and Jon D
‘Cause all I know is we said “Hello”
And your eyes look like coming home
All I know is a simple name
Everything has changed
All I know is you held the door
You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours
All I know since yesterday is everything has changed
And all my walls stood tall painted blue
And I’ll take them down, take them down and open up the door for you
And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies
The beautiful kind, making up for lost time,
The longest embrace, time stands still to watch us too. Because together, we are beautiful, pale and freckled, brave and intrigued, curious and adventurous. You make me feel at home.
I was such a blatant fool with love and infatuation. I proclaimed it and romanticized it, toyed with it and delved into it. But that was on the premise that this love would never devour me, it was initiated by simple sparks, harmless and void.
You are fire within me.
And although I am in awe.
And consumed by flames of passion.
I am also paralyzed by fear.
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
I feel as though, if by some odd chance lingering in this deranged world, you were to walk up to me and decide that you were leaving, that I would tell you to go, go and never look back. And I’d walk away. Because you see, that’s how I am, I don’t fight, I don’t even do so much as protest, instead, I watch people I love fade into the distance.
Oh man I feel sick now though, the death of me.
You start to realize there is nothing left. There is no more. There is no less. It hurts more than anything has before.
Because there’s me, left, with these insecurities I’ve brought on. More than I could ever ignore. I feel. I feel. I feel so much. It’s suffocating me.
Because I don’t know what love is, but I’m in love.
Because I don’t know where my future is going, and I’m reaching, but I cannot maintain a grip on anything stable, nor anything I can trust.
I just keep falling, through thin air, collapsing into all that hinders me.
You don’t get to see me like this, you are not allowed to glimpse me raw, empty, and grasping..
No, you don’t get to see me suffer. You don’t get any part of me.
I’m doing this on my own.
And I don’t want to feel this way.
Because it’s a debate I could never face.
Mostly I just cannot believe where I’ve fallen today. I feel giddy for being this disappointed as you’re about to hang up the receiver. If I could I would speak to you all day long. I miss you when you aren’t around to hold me when it’s late and the world is an ugly reeling place, out of control. But with you, I’m certain. I love you more than yesterday, more than the days before. You’ve wormed yourself into every crevice of my heart and I cannot ever turn away. I’m cheesy like a late show poet and I have no shame, you are mine, that alone lights up my world despite any counteracting factors threatening my foothold.