When hearts like mine fall for hearts like yours, they’re forced to slow down, they’re forced not to go all in, they’re forced not to feel everything so deeply because hearts like yours don’t get it. They don’t understand and so they break hearts like mine. They call people like me insane, they call love madness and they think that hearts that love too much are hearts that are desperate.
When hearts like mine fall for hearts like yours, they’re always confused. Confused about how you feel, confused about what to do, confused about what’s next, should they fall or should they try to move on? Should they take a leap of faith or should they play it safe? Should they settle for one-sided love? For half-love? Should they settle at all?
The problem with hearts like mine is that they love too much but they don’t want to settle. They don’t want to give themselves to those who don’t appreciate them, to those who don’t understand how fragile yet strong they are, to those who don’t always know what do with such hearts so they throw them away.
When hearts like mine fall for hearts like yours, they hope. They hope for the best, they see the light at the end of the tunnel, they hold on a little tighter, they wait a little longer and they always believe; they believe in impossible scenarios, in fairy tales, in magic, in cold hearts that warm up with the right touch, in souls that could change with tender words and soft kisses and they believe that they’re capable of changing hearts like yours if they were given a fair chance.
The problem with hearts like mine is that they’re always trying; against all odds, against all warnings, against all red flags, they’re always trying, they’re always beating, they’re always loving, they’re always falling and they’re always stubborn.
They don’t know how to let go, they don’t know how to unfeel, how to unlove, how to walk away. Hearts like mine were born to stay. They don’t always know how to give up, they don’t always know how to slow down.
When hearts like mine fall for hearts like yours, they don’t know how to stop. They don’t know how to take it back from you, they don’t know how to suppress how they’re truly feeling. So they fall anyway, they love anyway, they don’t always ask the brain for advice, they don’t always think of heartbreak, they don’t always make the smartest choices but they also don’t regret it. They wouldn’t do anything differently and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Because when hearts like mine break, they know how to piece themselves back together, they know how to love again and they know that as long as they’re beating, they’ll always be searching for their own hearts in others.