Being Dramatic (Me & You)
I’m trying to be dramaticbecause, hey, that’s what I do.
Have you ever played witness to the
“when a man loves a woman” speech
five times in a row?
Strapped into the backseat of a
four door minivan without
hope of ever using your legs again?
Why is it that nine letter make
a person so much more important
than when there are ten?
From best friend to boyfriend
everything can change so quickly.
We grow up so fast even though
we always said that we would never
succumb to being actual adults?
You’ve got the nicest eyes and
have I ever mentioned that I
aspire to be something like what
you are? We spend hours on the
phone talking about absolutely
nothing, but we say so much
that it doesn’t even matter.
Once we’re through I’m going
to writer I LOVE YOU all over
your driveway in 3D chalk.
I stay up late because I have
nothing better to do with my time
and we talk for minutes, hours,
days. I wish I could give you the
world because it seems like a
romantic thing to do and who
wouldn’t want seven different
continents all to themselves?
I’m always afraid that I’m boring
you to death or that you don’t want
to talk to me anymore. I’m sorry if
that’s the truth, I just don’t have
anyone else to talk to.
What’s the point in trying so
hard when you get knocked back
down every time you think you’re
getting somewhere?
Oh my God I actually have feelings.
Tell the kids at school, though they
won’t believe a word of it. I take
everything they say to heart and
they never realize that my
confidence goes down whenever I’m
near them. Being me isn’t as easy as
I wish it could be.
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