By personifying love to a woman that I previously had dated, my thoughts began to flow as such. I begin to question Love. Now a days it's hard to get someone we love to open up due to past encounters with other people. I assure Love that I won't hurt her, that I have been through what she has. If I was given the opportunity to show her that my actions speak louder then the seductive words I can speak aloud, I would do so. Love is hard to come by and, while searching, I've learned what it takes to be everything that love requires. So "hey, Love?".

The "suitcase" is your heart. The heart packs and stores the true memories and emotions that we share for one another. It's hard to express yourself instinctively. When faced with your lover leaving you, your pride pushes them out the door, only for your longing of them to pull you closer. Even when they've hurt you, when you've hurt them, time can make you forget that your best bet is to move forward. You begin to face a crossroad. Trying to justify your wrong by the fact that they've hurt you. But if you was so hurt, why not leave instead of play the "spite" game. Love is such a childish emotion. Unfortunately, we win some and lose some, life has to go on.

You there,
With your bright eyes and white smile,
Your words are so calm and pure.
I appreciate your effort.

Show me your heart,
Let it pour out into the plains
of everlasting distance.
Shout out our memories and wipe away your fears.
Your mind is safe with me.

In this world, where beauty marks your face.
I'm sure you've seen more than me.
A visage of wonders, make-up and masks of freedom.
Is that what you truly represent?
Or do you not hold back pain from past endeavors?

I've linked into your eyes and I see the distance.
Devoured by his hands, his words, your trust
Broke
Damaged
Obliterated over and over by the thought that no one, no significant
other, no life long friend ...
Could ever come into your box and fix the corners back to form perfect
angles.

Well hey love.
I think I can accomplish what no man has finished.
Break the bonds that have fused into your emotional state.
I've been here learning of you.
Only so I can teach you.
Let me show you what it means to love.
Orchestrate.
Equalize.
Bestow feelings of a based comfort to you and your soul.
It's hard, it's fair. It's true.
Just for you.

Sometimes I see the darkness take over you.
Tight clothes and loud music emphasize your loneliness.
You sell yourself.
Awaiting that knight in shinning armor to sweep you off your feet,
ride off into the sunset,
Expecting happiness across the meadow.
Let's find your fairy tale.

Did you think I wouldn't approach you
I've been searching too.
It's been years since I've begun to feel your presence.
The mirror has blinded me to your sense.
Masked by materials and tinted by lust, it's hard to obtain you.
Countless times I've called out your name and fallen into what I thought
was your form.
Only tripped up to end up in your shadow.

Be still for me.
Let me reach out and gather what's been stollen from me by my peers.
Construct a period of moments that allow me to heroically capture your heart.
My words are only slight figments of my actions.
I can promise you that.

Hopefully this time I won't lose you.
My commitment is tighter.
My worries are shorter.
My words are shorter.
I let you talk.
So hey, Love.

We were suppose to grow old.
How am I suppose to look up to the moon when I know it looks down on you.
Crying, fighting, fussing.
Pathetic.

You see, someone asked me what's wrong and I began to talk.
yell.
Kick
Scream
Curse
Im exausted.

So I run home to see you standing in the middle the door.
You knows my lies, and my truth.
But I know yours.
Before you even begins arguing and turning promises into deception, I began to laugh.
O, doesn't this story sound familiar. I remember my tears and my suicide attempt
when I was given the same lies.

He's nice
He was there when you weren't.
You're all that matters
just 3.. No wait, 6.
The number never mattered, it was the act.
And no good deed goes unnoticed.

I'm gone now.
Alone and tired of trying because my mistakes are only for me to grieve.
As I unpack my suitcase from your love I notice some items I kept close.

The newspaper
Bracelet
Shirt
Guitar

How ironic..
It's not all material, I see some feelings within it.
Happiness
Lies
Plans
Goals
ffection
Destruction

Don't sit and believe that this was nothing.
Don't walk past me like this never existed.

We were suppose to grow old
Those places, that future.
You might just have to meet me there.

Woman, I've packed a suitcase full of scripts.
Role playing that at one moment, we both acted in.
What makes your lines more significant then mines?

when instead of falling away now,
We can grow.
We know our past and where we are now.

You want someone who wipes his feet at the door and I want someone whose door locks
once I'm inside.
So I closed my suitcase.
You kept taking things from me.

I stayed somewhere familiar.
The visit wasn't nice,
Pictures makes moments look so perfect.
spending waking second haunted by our experiences.
And guess where my visitor is now?
Casting me away like you are now.
There's no winning in losing.

In the end you learn that there's no reason in all of this.
And it's the end.

Now I open my suitcase one more time.
my promises have to start up.
this journey will be foreign to me.
And there I'll stand,
Either you next to me.
Or an open suitcase.

One day we're gonna grow old...