call me a hypocrite.

tell me you love me, then take it back,
share the love you claim to "lack."
you're the only weakness i can't throw aside,
so go ahead, i dare you to let me go.

i'll never trust another word you say again,
and if i may ask, how's the new girlfriend?
i was a fool to believe that when i was your one and only,
i was truly the only one.

they say, they say, that you never forget,
the first person your heart lets in with no regret.
but i'd give anything to forget all of the stupid things,
about you and i that you don't find worth remembering.

i believed the pity, hell, i believed it all,
i regret believing you'd give her up so i wouldn't fall.
the worst lie you ever let slip from your lips,
was when you told me you loved me and that i was worth it.

i can stand up and fight, and i'd do that for you,
i'd do anything for us, and anything for you.
but one thing you could never make me sit here and face,
is watching the person i love, love someone else.

call me a hypocrite, tell me i'm unfair,
i'd rather be difficult and fight than give up and share.
maybe i was wrong for walking away at a time like this,
but unlike you i keep my promises.

i hope that through it all, for at least one moment,
you're thinking of me and the time that we spent,
while holding this silly girl who has no idea,
who'll never love you like i did.

have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?

just a cage of rib bones and other various parts. so it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess, and to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
-ingrid michaelson

the other day, i was hanging out with aaron, and along with the other endlessly pointless what if?'s and why?'s i bombarded him with, one particularly kept me thinking.

why is our heart considered the organ linked to love?

in all honesty, our minds are what trigger our emotions. our hearts aren't even in their true form, we have grown in society to view the shape of a heart to be perfect and endless and somehow making us refer to romance in its most ancient forms. but why? how? when?
we made the idea of hearts to use almost as a symbol of this emotion i guess, naturally, we can't get enough of.

it makes no sense to me! i'm not the type of girl who believes everything should and can be proven scientifically, do nooott get me wrong. i just feel as if this is almost an open ended question at this point; one that will inevitably make you stop and wonder for at least a moment, and trigger the questioning of various other things.

so, i understand why a ring of marriage is to be on the ring finger upon the left hand, because the veins and such within that finger connect directly to the heart (fun new fact of the day!). however, why is the heart supposed to even serve as a symbol great enough to represent... love?

i don't know about you, but i LOVE love. i learn every aspect of it because i enjoy it, and the beauty of it is i could find all there is to know and STILL have so much more to learn.
such as this question that continues to linger in my poor, curious mind. i don't understand how this morbid looking object that keeps us alive, that simply pumps blood to and fro has such a physical and emotional significance.

you know what's kind of funny though? how this relates to the old troubles with "mind vs. heart."
so, if the mind is what truly controls emotions, why is it that the heart even has any influence? sadly, i wish i was writing this blog because i had an answer, or because i could make my readers happy and tell them what the true reasoning behind it is, but i can't. this is basically me rambling on about something i'm just not so sure about.

maybe it's because the heart is the center of all organs. or because without it, you'd die. or maybe it's simply because the concept of the heart being linked to love is just... "the way it is." i don't think i'll ever come to a legitimate conclusion, and that's okay.

however, you know what aaron told me?
"well... i think the heart's linked to love because the heart's the most fragile organ in the body; it circulates blood, and it keeps you alive even though it's only protected by a crummy rib cage. i guess you could say the heart is also the most vulnerable organ in the body too; love itself takes complete vulnerability."

i'm thinkin' i'll stick with that.