She is gorgeous, exuberant, wise, and dynamic.
I think
She is homely, glib, shallow, and static.
She thinks
I will love you even if you are right because I am actually those things.
Is it wrong of me to love you for fearing that you are what I am,
So long as I try to convince you that you are not?
So long as I try to convince you that I am?
I promise it will only be me that hurts because of it.