I don't want to hurt you

And I don't want my life to get in the way

of yours

I guess that's how it always works.
I'll go, or you will.
Remember, it's a year and two hours and hundreds of miles.
Not that I mind.
It almost draws us out, makes this seem more special.
Am I wrong, however, to slightly doubt the reality, that this might work?
I digress...
It's just hard to see in the future something I'll have to push hard for...
And senior year will be so stressful.
God help my doubtful self, I'm sorry.
This being said, don't throw your time away for me, use it for your life.
Your life is more important to me than anything, and I don't  want you to throw it away on me.
Never.
You have a life.
LIVE IT.

Is it bad
That I'd prefer your lips
Over anything you could possibly serve me?

Hey.

Can I ask you something?

What if?

What if I was taller, with glossy hair and no acne?

What if I was less socially awkward and more aware of friendships?

What if I was less clingy-am I clingy?

What if I was perfect?

Would you still want me....

You've read Perfection.
It's subjective.

But your opinion is perfect to me.
No matter how much I disagree
I love the way you are,
The way you speak,
The way you think.

So perfect?
Perhaps.

Well, considering my part time anorexic
All of 110 pounds,
That's good to hear.

Thank you.

How crazy is it
That hair you quoting a song
While talking to me
Makes me feel more valuable
Than my weight in gold?

You said love

Tell me, what is your definition
Of that
Overused
Word
?

If I ever displeased you
Would you fight me with words?

Would you pin me down with pentameter?

Curiosity, I'm afraid, gets the best of me....

We need not weapons.

Speak.

And daggers will fly,
Lifting from your scratched penmanship
And we will conquer all.