I curse myself my misfortune,
Yet when it turns I bless it
I say goodbye sometimes,
Yet immediately want to turn around and talk some more
I always worry when I'm not around you,
Yet when ill befalls me and you're not there I tell you not to
Sometimes I feel like I am the worst,
Yet still manage to see the best in others
I am instinctively protective of you and my friends,
Yet all I want to do is rest my head on your shoulder and give up
I rant and rage about some people, all fire,
Yet when I actually speak to them I become ice
I always want to talk to you,
Yet unless in a babbling mood I find it hard to do so
In my mind, I picture myself as a smooth talker,
But honestly? The moment I see you I am tongue-tied
If only you knew my ironically comical habits,
That befall me when I fall for you
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
I curse myself my misfortune,
Yet when it turns I bless it
I say goodbye sometimes,
Yet immediately want to turn around and talk some more
I always worry when I'm not around you,
Yet when ill befalls me and you're not there I tell you not to
Sometimes I feel like I am the worst,
Yet still manage to see the best in others
I am instinctively protective of you and my friends,
Yet all I want to do is rest my head on your shoulder and give up
I rant and rage about some people, all fire,
Yet when I actually speak to them I become ice
I always want to talk to you,
Yet unless in a babbling mood I find it hard to do so
In my mind, I picture myself as a smooth talker,
But honestly? The moment I see you I am tongue-tied
If only you knew my ironically comical habits,
That befall me when I fall for you
A lighter, happier poem. I'm smiling as I upload this, which is a good thing, right? I think it's a good thing. Maybe because it's associated with pleasant memories, and I've always been a sucker for caring, passionate girls. Ah well, big giveaway, but I don't care. So what if I like someone? So what? It makes me happy, so be happy too!
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