There will always be a moon pulling me away from you.

The measure of a great song, to me, is in the perfect emotional balance between the lyrical content and the melody.  It's even better if it has the capacity to make you feel something, even if your life story is far different from that of the storyteller. 

There's this sadness and loss I feel whenever I turn this song on. Every word pierces through--how can't you feel anything when he starts saying, "Cause I'm trying here"? While other songs lose their luster to over time, this song isn't about to any time soon. Listen for yourself :)

GONE

Head and the Heart

There were times you should have stalled

As you sailed into the fog

Like a dog, I smelled your fear

Lord knows you should have been here with me

But you were gone

These days roll sleepily by 

I can hear the old trains cry

There will always be a moon

pulling me away from you

You're gone

Gone are the days when the wind would brush my face

Gone are the days when you're the wind

Gone are the days when my heavy heart is worn on my sleeve

Take back your pictures

Take back your letters

Don't send me no postcards

Telling me you miss me

Cause I'm trying here, I'm trying here

And fuck what they're saying

My mind is made up

And they're all just starving

Like the rest of us

And I'm trying here, I'm trying here

Gone are the days when the wind would brush my face

Gone are the days when you're the wind

Gone are the days when my heavy heart is worn on your sleeve

It's your head or your heart

and you're too damn scared to start

It's in your mind and your soul

but you just don't know where to go.

It's in your head and your heart

and you're too damn scared to start

It's in your mind and your soul

but you just don't know where to go.

Now you're gone.

P.S. I had myself tested over this break. It was something I'd meant to do--it was only a question of when. I figured that I should do it after I take the bar--because what if I found out that I was positive before reviewing for the bar? That would be a burden too heavy to bear. But because I couldn't stop thinking about it, I went ahead anyway--and found out that I'm negative. All is well.

Why do I love you?

I've waited a while for this, and I always knew that I'll know love when I see it in the eye. So I guess you can say that I saw it in yours.

So, why?

It’s not because you’re broken, as I have been accustomed to loving the others that have come before you. You couldn't be in a more perfect state. 

And to be honest, I'm quite scared, a bit broken, and very, very cynical. I thought all my past relationships have just about worn me out... I couldn't be more mistaken. 

I love you. I feel it when I wrap my arms around you, and wait for that precise moment when you cross the line between attempting to sleep, and letting out that one final sigh before you finally doze off. It gives me a strange sense of completion. It's when you're finally asleep that I get to kiss your forehead, stare at you for a while. And in that brief moment, I get to reflect about how we've only been together for a few days--yet I  know, in spite of being the unsure and indecisive and confused person that I am, that this is going to last for a long time.

Pause

It’s the pause in between the long kisses. Then I look in your eyes, and I see a glint of something growing in you (and no, it’s not that thing down there).

I know because I feel it, too. And I wish—how I damn wish—that I can put that feeling in a box, seal it tight, put it at the most convenient spot in my heart, so I can easily open it whenever I want to, whenever my short temper rouses me to anger, whenever I’m feeling impatient… whenever, well, whenever the bad in me gets the best of me.

We’re a long way ahead, but something’s telling me that those pauses, the knowing smiles, the lump in my throat—that’s a great place to start as any.