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I keep the things you give me in a hat box

I wonder if it's cliche, or maybe just pessimistic

We both claim to be cynics when it comes to love

I feel we are both waiting to be swept off our feet

The only problem is we glues our feet to the floor

I want to know how to love you

To memorize the way your mouth moves when you're annoyed

The pattern of freckles that mark your skin like constellations

Hoping that somewhere, if I look close enough,

I can unstick us both. 

Funny how the world keeps turning, even when I'm still

I hadn't planned on making a move on you

As sad as that is, I felt unworthy of your love

Something so innocent and beautiful

Doesn't deserve to be held by my kind

I take joy in my lovers asking how truthful my 'I love you's are

Can't stand mindless compliance

Don't take my shit, fight me back

Without it my ego won't fit through the door

I'm volatile and impulsive, but I'm ready to love you

Sleepless nights have passes by as I pondered taking my life

I understand you on levels I can't comprehend

So many times we've been hurt by thise we once loved

We don't actually 'once loved' we love forever

A curse I;m ready to undertake with you

I have a 'world vs me' attitude

And every image of us makes me think that just maybe

Holding your hand will make the pain go away

You aren't my answer, nor my question

We are not here to be each other's cure. 

I don't believe you'll be my other half

That seems silly to believe we aren't whole

That you aren't strong and beautiful and standing tall

We could be the best team the world has ever seen

Two wholes that intertwine

And I'm sorry that I had to write a porm

To ever tell you how I feel

I'm not too great with words under pressure

And you look at me like I know all the answers

I get tied up in the color of your eyes and forget what I'm saying

I'm afraid, truly afraid

That you'll be the one I fall in love with

That scares

So I'll keep the things you give me locked away in a hat box

Kept forever to be remembered and easily forgotten

I'll keep the things you give me in a hat box

I wonder if it's cliche or just pessimistic.