Little Things
I give up on it so often
…Fear / Love…
You don’t find it when you’re looking for it
You have to be on point (pay attention)
You have to be open (insert here)
You have to compromise (yeah, fine)
You have to be positive (half fuckin’ full)
You have to have an edge (sarcasm works wonders)
You can’t be weak (strength is beautiful)
You can’t be insecure
but tell me what is secure in this world?
I let it go, all of it
I give up, I forget, distracted
I stay alone, push them away
I become easily annoyed, negative
I remember me as a little boy
How much it meant
Pretty girls with shining eyes
And beautiful smiles
How much they meant
They gave me hope
Stephanie, Michelle, Kendra
They were so beautiful
Nothing else mattered
They didn’t need to love me back
I only needed to see their faces
And watch them dance in their own worlds
But when they did…
Something however has happened along the way
That little boy in only a memory
That once in a while peeks his head
Out into the world through my eyes
Little things hurt little boys
And day after day, we eventually wake up as men
Strong, having found things to enhance
We air false confidences
And allow them to watch
Even our mothers are forbidden affection
And we forget…
Yeah, I want to love, and be loved
But fear’s a bitch, and it’s only of me now
Mostly…
Me showing what they don’t want to see
Bearing anything that’s weak
Embracing insecurity
Pushing away from the needs
The truth gets in the way
Of all our pretty little pictures
…And vice versa
Only in the heart
Is love simply enough
ⓒ 2005 Shawn Michael Quinn
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