On Love
A woman told me, when I was young,
That I would marry my best friend,
Because your best friend is the one who knows you better than anyone.
Your best friend can keep you happy no matter what
You deserve nothing less than your best friend.
My youth pastor said that love should never hurt.
A person you love should only make you better,
They should not make you feel like less than what you are
And if they hurt you once
They’ll do it again.
My history teacher told me once, on the subject of love,
That first off, boys are stupid and don’t deserve it,
But if you must fall in love, at least fall for someone who makes you laugh.
He then explained, that if someone can make you laugh, you’re comfortable
And if you’re comfortable, they see who you really are.
No one told me, when I was young,
That for someone to love me, I had to love myself.
No one told me that it would be one of the hardest things I ever try to do.
No one told me that no matter how many friends I have, I can still feel alone.
No one told me that, and I wish they would have.