I’ve never felt like this before.

And though I don’t show it, I’m shit my pants terrified.

These are recycled words that I type, but there’s really no better way to sum it up.

But you know what? I’m tired of missing chances. I’m tired of fucking up.

I’m tired of a lot of things.

So fuck it, I’m all-in; whether or not the rest of the world is. If I get fucked, I’ll take it with a smile. If I get broken, I’ll pick up the pieces and start over.

Here’s my heart, and I’m hoping for the best really, but there is that chance. That you’re a liar. That none of this is real. That this is all for nothing.

If I go by what the past has taught me: I should be careful; I should be reserved. Fuck trust.

But you know what? There’s also a chance that it’s not bullshit. That this really is what I’ve been waiting for. That you’re the change I want to see in this world. That you are real.

So fuck the past, because that isn’t what you are. You are the here, and now.

And fuck if I’m gonna let that pass me by. I’ve been living halfheartedly for way too long, and I’m tired of being lonely.

I’m tired of being cynical. I’m tired of being jaded.

Most of all, I’m tired of this apathy.

An Eagle stayed his flight and entreated a Lion to make an alliance with him to their mutual advantage. The Lion replied,

“I have no objection, but you must excuse me for requiring you to find surety for your good faith, for how can I trust anyone as a friend who is able to fly away from his bargain whenever he pleases?“

So, I’m cutting off my wings as surety.

I'm all-in—

the rest is up to you.

I'm sorry these second-hand wings and second-rate words

are all this recycled heart has to offer.