I need a reason to fall in love again.
To let gravity take me without catching myself.
To believe that I deserve more than I let myself take.
After all, how can a heart be broken if there is nothing left to break?
I need a reason to try again.
A reason to fight for something, or someone.
I need a reason to hope.
That perhaps “alone” won’t be the biggest word in my obituary.
Or perhaps loneliness won’t be my only lyric.
Tell me what it takes to smile.
To really understand what it means to love.
I just need a reason.
To go on.