Let's be blunt.
Of all the singular words I could use to describe me, myself, and irony,
nothing could work as well as a broad definition.
For "clingy" is simply to cling to and not release,
and to attach (or rather, too attached) is about the same.
To need is to die without.
And those words could never describe me, myself, and I in entirety.
We attach much to words.
Flaws have their ups and downs.

I am clingy, attached, needy.
But in between each character of each inadequate word,
is a universe of definition,
screaming of the swelling in my heart,
the tears I have shed for you,
And the love in which the curves of the letters have come to exist.

Flaws have their ups and down. I love you deeper with them.
Also, I get hurt more.