Thursday, September 24, 2009

I am protective of you, too.
I should be a sweetheart too, right?

Who says i'm not impractical?
We can look at the stars all night, under a blanket.
You can tell me all about your idiosyncrasies and quirks.
Tell me about your dreams of starting a revolution.
Be angry at the world with me.
Go onto your extremes. Love, hate, want, pine.
Judge, and dote on your arrogance.
Delve into your brilliance.

I will love you all through it.
Just don't imply that you don't want me for who I am.

While mustering up all the cliche in the world, that still hurts.