The way you see everything as something dodge-able.
I always want to tackle things like it's a game.
You always see a way out.
I only see a hundred ways in.
You can fall asleep anytime, anywhere.
I need a world set right to sleep tight.
You seem to have an inner peace with all things.
I am a maelstrom of disquiet.
You seem unruffled by the world's parade.
I twist in agonized empathy, nothing too small.
You can go on despite something bad.
I linger there, fester there, twist and turn still there.
Your memory is selective and formidable.
Mine is unspecified, random and undependable.
Everyone loves you from afar.
I let people in and they question me with sharpness.
You keep it all in.
I can keep nothing in.
You love a routine.
I change everything to avoid routines.
You practice temperance in all things.
I practice excess in all things.
You never laugh for no reason.
I do and offend people all the time.
I wanna be you: happy and loving.
I wanna be you: content and accepting.
I wanna be you: except for one thing.
You fell in love with me.

12/27/2010

Posted on 02/05/2011
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