Why Not, Love
Why Not, Love2 mins 14K 2 mins 14K
The ideas of revolution in my head
Lock themselves up in a closet
And turn their face to the walls
Every time I write about love.
Emotions are rarely congruent to guilt,
But the touch of your warm hand on my cheeks
Reminds me that we live in a country
Where millions of people are cold,
Maybe they crave just a warm touch,
Maybe we are cruel.
We make love on a bed in a room
The latent heat keeps rising between us
Maybe we are guilty of stealing more warmth
Than we can feel.
Maybe we are thieves.
All these metaphors about sunsets and moonlight
Seem so futile
When the moon is the only source of light some people have,
They have to fight for their every breath.
And we go around breathing oxygen
Like we are entitled to it,
Like we are enlightened by our history books
That every breath we take isn't supposed to feel like a war,
But why not, love?
We wear our privilege like armours we do not need
As javelins of poverty pierce through bodies
That are not ours,
Maybe we are cowards.
We romanticize darkness because it allows us to not see,
We blindfold ourselves and make love under the star-studded sky
Because we have a home to go back to.
Some people don't.
Maybe the blindfolds, like us,
Don't do their jobs,
Maybe we are blind.
For people with eyes
Wouldn't dare close them
While there is so much pain around
Wouldn't want to be anything
But an island for the thousands drowning
But we chose to be lovers.
I feel like we are stealing lives
Living on borrowed time
And I feel like the least we can do,
Is give it back.
So when I don't kiss you back anymore,
Know that it isn't because I love you back,
It is because I do not want being a lover
To be my best qualification.
There's a war going on,
And I want to fight.