Fuck it, I love you' even if I'm gonna feel like shit.
Even though everything is wrong with it.

All your old habits, your flirting tendencies,
are the perfect edges against my insecurities.

And the way you ignore me, when others are around,
makes my ever continuing presence, do more than just astound.

Because it's stupid.
It doesn't make any sense.
But the lack of logic,
will make no difference.

Because I hold tight to all your kisses,
as precious promises,
even as your lingering hugs,
are given away for free.
As you hold hands with everyone else.

Oh my good God, what is wrong with me?
It's called love... Love.

And it's a bitch, like life,
otherwise...
it would be easy.

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