sometimes i forget where i am on the list of funny things that i say to you
to make you want me around.
sometimes i goof up and retell you a story
half true, half made-up
and i watch your smile glaze over
well,
at least you're still
smiling.

this social deviant rejects normal rules
or at least, she says she does
but truth be told
it hurts me just as much as any other self-conscious
self-inflicted
human being
when you don't seek me out
or you say
you'd rather hang out with her
than me.

i don't like admitting this kind of ****
it displays for all
that i am just a human
i like to think that i am more
but short-comings have short-fuses.