I'll try to make this a love poem

though it is hard harder than I think because you're damn convincing.

I ran far far so faraway and back and hid behind you of all places

I would like to see you naked that much I CAN say that and your cynicism and your dry humours what a mind blow.

Your flexibility in dance is an escape from your skin holding you tight but you have a few slacks cut. So polite. I looked at you and the joke suddenly wore as thin as your touch. Your joke.

That is about all I can say.

I'm such a fucking liar.