Awww, man.

Suck. It. Up! I've had enough of your pea splits.

I don't want you,

but I gotta have you.

I don't need you,
but I want you.

I don't touch you,
but it feels oh-so-good.

I fluff the truth,
but it feels oh-so-good.

- - - - -

This is written in the perspective of somebody else, not from my experience!

My list of "You Are":

MY Prince-of-Peace, My Idealized Soldier clad in snowy-white brilliance:

You Are:

Dashing,
Smashing,
Exuberant.

You Are:

Ticklish,
Diabolical,
Phenomenally (cool).

You Are:

Enigmatic,
Bemusing,
Peculiarly eye-catching.

- - - - -

The narrator is a woman listing down all the expectations she has of her lover: she expects him to be a perfect "prince", denying any flaws he might have. She overlooks his faults by not including these imperfections on her "list of YOU ARE" and chooses to continue her relationship in ignorant bliss.

Perhaps I'm just bitter. Or maybe I'm longing - longing! - to be in love. I don't really know. I see so many people get into and get AT it. And I see them smile and laugh and cheer and hug. And then I see them break up, and I feel so heart-broken inside. It's always a risk, a risk that...can be scary. And them some people are terribly exclusive. Am I jealous? Hm. Whatever. Some people are TERRIBLY open. Am I shocked? Kind of. Others, I think they need to show MORE. Ironic, isn't it? I'm so judgmental--it's ridiculous.