songs & love & AGH

The bed’s getting cold and you’re not here

The future that we hold is so unclear

—from The Heart Wants What it Wants, Selena Gomez

Tossing, turning, struggled through the night with someone new

And I could go on and on, on and on

Lantern Burning, flickered in my mind for only you

But you’re still gone, gone, gone

—from This Love, Taylor Swift

I said, “No one has to know what we do,”

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever

…

You see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

 Burnin’ it down

Some day when you leave me

I bet these memories follow you around

—from Wildest Dreams, Taylor Swift

It keeps occurring to me how much experience in life or love or whatever that I just don’t have, especially when it comes to writing something about missing someone…There aren’t an extreme amount of words for the missing, the longing, when it comes to someone that you love (or could have loved), but there seem to be more based on the level of intimacy that you reached with them. Spending days and nights and days and nights together, holding hands with them, kissing them, sleeping next to them, making love to them. But when I want to write about missing someone that I was close to or could have been close to, I always find myself at a loss because maybe I just didn't have enough experiences with that person. 

And it’s not as though I don’t want to do those things, it’s just that there are several blazing factors apparent in my personality that pretty much won’t let me. That sounds ridiculous, and I know that it is, but there are some facets of your personality that you just can’t change.

Now, the listed songs  obviously aren’t the only ones to reference missing someone who once meant a great deal to them, romantically, but these are the ones that I could think of/that I’ve recently listened to. But have you noticed how songs usually make some mention of how lonely the entire bed is when their you isn’t there? Maybe it’s more poetic and heart wrenching that way, but try as they might it’s not always relatable.

(But as a person who’s never had the chance to sleep in a bed with someone significant, I’m just here to say that beds can be damn lonely.)