"Falling" in Love
Updated: Jan 10
"'Falling' in Love"
You’ve heard the stories
You’ve heard the tales
About how love
Has made men fail
It’s all because of women,
That this happens to them
While men are so tired and exhausted,
We’re somehow indestructible and covered with sin
Why do we say falling in love?
Why is it a negativity, something that makes men less tough?
Why do we think women bring them down
Instead of lifting them higher when we’re around?
Why can love be so hated?
It makes me so frustrated
Love is a weakness, we constantly get told
Advocating for what? That we’ll never experience it and soon grow old and cold?
I don’t like this equation of women with sinful beings
They don’t think twice about the words they use and all their mistreating
Don’t they know I care for you more than myself?
I’ve given so much up that there’s little room for anything else
I love you so much
I want to take all your pain away,
If they forced me out with a gun,
I’d fight back and stay
Don’t they see the loyalty within us?
We are so much more than those who use the manipulative tool of lust
Why do we say “falling” in love
Why is it somehow a negativity, that we women make men less tough?
Why do they think we bring them down
Instead of lifting men up when we’re around?
Why is love described in a way that’s perverse,
Thinking women calculate and rehearse?
Why do men have to fall at all?
I love you so much and want you to stand so tall
I don’t claim we’re all great
Some are mean, there’s not even a need to state
But you have to know that I love you for you
And that I’m not searching for anything bad to do
Don’t you see
Your soul means everything to me
I don’t need any property
Or an expensive, shiny ring
Don’t you see
How I want to build you up
For me, just you and the clothes on your back is enough
I’d do anything for you
How dare they see me as selfish and shrewd.
Why do men have to fall?
They go to battle for us and die when the enemy comes to call
They become weaker because of their vulnerability
Like when Lady Macbeth manipulates Macbeth’s own uncertainty
But we hardly really ever plan and conspire
For we are filled with that same exact self-sacrificing desire
If they cursed you out or beat you up
With you, I’d swing back and deliver a punch
If they struck you down and declared you virtually dead
I’d be there to heal you as you lie sick in your bed
So I must ask you this,
After all that I’ve said
I must ask you if you share their same sentiment
After all this I’ve explained,
After I’ve described the unfairness in all their blame
Would you yourself fight for me?
When they’ve gone and said all those horrible things?
Would you pronounce me evil and like a witch?
Would you call me a suspicious, lying bitch?
When they’ve gone and put all those shackles on me,
Would you agree when they declared my culpability?
I hope you don’t
I hope that you stand up and say
Yeah, she has power over me, but I have just the same
She’s crazy about me, and I’m crazy about her
And that’s what we call love, your honor