I knew that I’d get like this again,
That’s why I try to keep at bay.
Be 100% when I’m with you and then,
The perfect heart’s length away.

My biggest desire just may be to arrogate the exception to the rule. I’d let it get the best of me one thousand times, because the truth is: I like being in over my head. I know that you’re no good, but I’m going to pretend you are anyhow. I’ll mold you with my longing hands into someone who truly cares about me, listens to my irenic maundering rather than just euphonious moans; Someone who will no longer leave me dilapidated. Whole-heartedly will I admire the stranger who hurt me.

Endlessly will I question this quixotic decision. I’m too curious for my own good; because I’d rather wait and find out. I’d rather wait around for you to disappoint me again so that when I fall, it will take the gold. It will justify my need for heartbreak as a direct result of my foolishness. Seems appropriate enough…patience has been the biggest factor in your acridity.

Maybe I just really like the idea of “starting over”, but I won’t forget.

The stickler is you’ve played not one beat wrong,
You never promised me anything.
Even sat me down, and warned me just how they fall.
I knew the odds were I’d never win,
Yet here I am…