With my unbrushed hair and mismatched shoes,
I’m not exactly tolerable.
With my sideways thoughts and panic attacks
I’m not what you might call
tolerable.
I’ll laugh
And smile
And cry at you
Admire,
Insult,
And defend you.
Some days I'll be the death of you.
And I'll always ask for you to take it, all,
or leave me.
The only choice is to love me, all,
or leave me.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
With my unbrushed hair and mismatched shoes,
I’m not exactly tolerable.
With my sideways thoughts and panic attacks
I’m not what you might call
tolerable.
I’ll laugh
And smile
And cry at you
Admire,
Insult,
And defend you.
Some days I'll be the death of you.
And I'll always ask for you to take it, all,
or leave me.
The only choice is to love me, all,
or leave me.