About You And Me

It was never about what I did for me.

To make me a better person.

To study better.

To fight with my parents less.

To be nicer to people.

To get an attitude adjustment.

To get better health.

To get to know your friends.

It was always about you.

I bet a new girl in my life will hold the promise of something better in my life, but I know it's not going to be good enough, because I know how much I like you.

You know how weird it is to hug you and not be able to hold you like you're mine?

I can't even get to start acting like we aren't together.

I know you get annoyed by it, but somehow, I can't hold myself responsible for that and you can't blame me.

You can't expect me to forget us.

And this doesn't have anything to do with the outings.

I want to tell you so fucking much more!

You living in denial about how fucking brilliant we are and can be or stopping me from saying it or paying no heed to it is not going to make it any less true.

We are brilliant.

I don't want you to get so annoyed that you start hating us.

I can't have that, because then you'll be gone.

And I know you'll be just as miserable if we don't have whatever little we have of each other in the others lives.

We can be together.

You know it.