and so theres that list

well gary jules just said it. theres no poetry between us. and the poetry between him and i is fake. and the poetry between me and you is all wrong and confusing and i just dont even know. a song says it better sometimes. yes sometimes. and i want you. i do. but i shouldnt. so i wont. and i dont. so there. no poetry. and you see i have this list. but the thing is this list is completely irrelevant if i dont stick to it. because really youre kind of the exception. and nobody knows really. because you think you know who you are but your wrong, its not you, its him. and he doesnt know. and neither do you. so dont flatter yourself because your not the only one. and if you think you are youre wrong. and that was part of the problem you see. because something never felt quite right. i was waiting one and holding on to the other. so maybe its neither. or none. none at all.

and so theres that list.

i wish it were simple and easy. i pick you and you pick me. but its not.
andonedaythetimingwillberight
but today is not that day
maybe tomorrow...

i wish you could atleast let me try something new. someone whos not you. oh you but youve got some kind of hold on me. some kind. but not the kind as if youre holding the world. not that kind. just the you kind of really make me crazy kind. yeah. you do. so stop that.

the way you look at me. and all those other things. stop what you do. stop ...... .. .... ...

short and sweet and to the point. because really theres nothing long or confusing about it. except for that its all wrong. and theres nothing to figure out. there never was. this is hard. what a great realization. this is hard. this is life. this is love. this is it. whatever the heck it is.