Neal
I love the way he irritates me, like he'll get under my skin with his mind games. And I'll fall under his spell because I love him. He'll do what makes me mad because he is him. And I love all of him. I've tried to ignore it, talk myself out of it all, who hasn't? He's just like any other boy, right? Wrong. He has a passion for the things he wants and he chases after them with a determined action and he's smart, and knows it. Exceedingly smart but dumb, dumb as hell, because he's hopeless. He's been dumped and discarded but any girl who knows him from afar would lay down miles of labor for him, just for a taste of his sweet words of genuine compassion. Because everyone knows he's someone special and maybe he believes it and maybe he doesn't, but I know I do and it irritates me that I fall on my knees for him because there's a part of me that hopes his hopelessness will turn into love for me. Isn't that irritating?
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How I Love You
Poetry". . . . Then must you speak / Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; / Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, / Perplex'd in the extreme. . . ." -Act 5, Scene 2 of Othello by W. Shakespeare A collection of poems to the boys and men I hav...
