Im stubborn,
I have a big mouth,
I speak my mind
whenever I want
I have values,
I stick to those.

I bite my nails when Im nervous
I stutter sometimes.
Im really anxious.
I never know what Im doing
I don't like making plans.
Im confusing as hell.  

I love.
I love very hard, and very soft.
Im a paradox of all things.
Im an Extremist or nothing at all.
My heart beats at one high speed
*or not at all.

You held my hand and I knew.
I didn't know what I knew.
I smiled back

You asked what I was thinking
I lied
"Nothing"

Was I really lying?
I wasn't thinking, it was a feeling.
So I was telling the truth.
Its all relative,
who knows whats the truth?

Its all what you want it to to be.

and I want
*you