My Momma Told Me

My momma told me

That I love hard

And I'm not sure if

That's a good

Or a bad thing yet

I love hard

And I fall fast

And I don't necessarily

Mean that romantic type love

But that love

For anyone

That gives me their time

And their attention

And their secrets and

Their lies and their truths

And the sad stories of their life

Playing on repeat

Behind their eyes

Cause I love

I love their scars

And I love their silly stories

And I love how

They trust me when I speak

And I love regardless

Regardless of the fact

That I'll always love harder

Or the fact that I care more

And regardless of how it may hurt me

I seem to be a die hard when

It comes to if

They're happy I'm happy

Cause they're happy regardless

Of how hard I love

Or how hard I hate

Or how hard I hurt

Or burn or break

Or lie

They're happy regardless of how I lie

That their words

Don't hurt

That they don't burn me

When they don't care

Until it's me having to care for them

That I'm fine

Or that I'm completely okay

With not talking

But at this point I don't even know

When I'm lying or

Telling the truth anymore

My momma told me

I love hard

And maybe it was supposed to be

A compliment

That I love hard

And I'm not sure if

That's a good

Or a bad thing yet

I love hard

And I fall fast

And I don't necessarily

Mean that romantic type love

But that love

For anyone

That give me their time

And their attention

And their secrets and

Their lies and their truths

And the sad stories of their life

Playing on repeat

Behind their eyes

Cause I love

I love their scars

And I love their silly stories

And I love how

They trust me when I speak

And I love regardless

Regardless of the fact

That I'll always love harder

Or the fact that I care more

And regardless of how it may hurt me

I seem to be a die hard when

It comes to if

They're happy I'm happy

Cause they're happy regardless

Of how hard I love

Or how hard I hate

Or how hard I hurt

Or burn or break

Or lie

They're happy regardless of how I lie

That their words

Don't hurt

That they don't burn me

When they don't care

Until it's me having to care for them

That I'm fine

Or that I'm completely okay

With not talking

But at this point I don't even know

When I'm lying or

Telling the truth anymore

My momma told me

I love hard

And maybe it was supposed to be

A compliment

But I think it's a bad thing