I always see it from someone else's shoes
I don't think people are out to actively **** me off
I notify them of my displeasing,
and if they take it in a manner that is mature,
then I can continue to talk to them as adults;
Else, I ignore their requests
and act like a stereotypical chick with
answers you'd find in a ****** periodical
I want people to respect my opinions and
points of view as much as I respect theirs;
I'm always willing to change my mind when
confronted with evidence and understanding,
and I would expect the same of them
Does that make me so different from the rest of humanity?

Let me tell you what it is
You have friendships with guys
Because you're not boy crazy
You're down to earth
And a girl
It's called maturity
And while it may not pay off
By landing you the perfect mate
You have genuine friendships with men
Which is more than most girls ever get

Salt stuck to the inside
And the outside
Of a margarita glass
Chatter about an insecure male
Short guy, five foot nothing
Angry at women, the world
And I can't blame them,
But I can identify with him,
Even at six foot decent looking
**** 'em all

I just want you to read this
And say ****,
That guy has heart
Because...I do

I want to get so high
And listen to each other's music
And as one of us cries,
The other one joins

We see;
We feel;

This is everything that's real

God,
Can I please go out like this?
Because I'm smiling
Harder than I ever do
Riding with my friend Bradford
My brother, I love him
And I would be okay
If I died tonight

Yes, you're pretty
You're laid back, chill
Soft features appeal
Common ground, interests
We can talk in depth
On any given topic
We can take a trip
To a place we both want to see
You cuddle, my favorite
But where is my desire?
You have it all,
But nothing about you moves me
Except when I look at you,
I hurt
I'm not allowed
By this heart
It matters not who you are