I'm waving my hand.

I'm waving my hand.

Lately, I've been trying pretty fucking hard. You have too. I think.
I'm glad you don't trust me. You have no reason to. You're a smart girl, you know that--just because I haven't done anything you've found out about, doesn't mean I haven't done anything. Does it bug you knowing I'm better at the game then you are? Because, because, because, you are myself in another life form. You are the unexplainable feeling I get when I try to think of everything I've had happen in my life at once. You're me choking on the last sip of my Corona twelve pack. You're the extra lead I brush off the paper once the art work is done. I choose to keep you around. Understand that? Choose to. You're no walk in the park, either.

You're no walk at all.

Most of the time you bring me down to my knees. But who would we be without the struggles? What separates this disgusting human contact to all the rest? Why is it I've got scars on the inside out, all at your expense. You own me, I give up. You win. Because it's easier to have you under the impression that you're in control.

I like back seat driving anyways.

Because I could scream at you and cry and bicker, but I know.

I know, I'll miss you in five seconds.
I know I'll need you forever.
I know deep down, this is give and take, no matter how much we're not use to that.

The only reason I would tear you up inside is because you've left the pieces for me to fuck with.

The only reason I wouldn't love you is because....
Well.
I don't know.
You would think we'd have each other's heads on a post by now. And not even figuratively speaking.

Half the time I talk to you, I have senses that I want to snap your pretty little head off that neck, I so want to kiss up.

But now, now, this is just rambles. I'm going in circles. Now I'm just stuck in this rut. It's getting to the point, where if you don't let me in yourself, I'm just going to kick the door down, myself. That's when everything you throw at me will actually happen. That's when you'll have reasons to doubt me. That's when you can tell me you don't give a shit and actually mean it. But until then. I've done nothing but love you, and you're trying here. I can only baby step you so much until it gets to the point where I'm just living your life for you. I'll quit bitching once you stop fronting, Thanks.

Fin.