I want to say horrible things, sometimes
- but never to you, if you don't mind.
I need you to love who you think I am
your favorite person on Earth,
sometimes,
And other times mine! Deservedly so.
Honestly, that guy can be so damn sweet!
We can laugh as I tell you the horrible things
I wanted to say to others who cross my path,
and I know that you'd well believe
that I let them pass.
Why wouldn't I, though?
I'm proud to be what you think of me,
every chance I get,
As I'm sure you know.
2 comments:
I would like to 'like' this. With a button, I mean.
Because I like this very much.
Thank you!
I was SO PLEASED to have written this, you have no idea. I'm not even sure why, I mean it's kind of a small thing in a small way, but I like it.
I seem to love ingenuous reflections on my own potential duplicity. I think it's because I'm suspicious of it. So when I get one that neatly twists to a turn and sticks there, clearly pleased and proud of itself I'm like "HA! Got you!!"
I think I've gone simple.
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