10th of August, 2008 – 10th of August, 2009

I have to admit

It’s not easy being with you

To commit

while my parents won’t permit

Do you think it’s easy?

to commit

When sometimes I submit

when I have to understand you

I don’t get it

sometimes you’re really cool, mature, and clever

thinking with a critical mind

but you’re also childish, demanding, and stubborn

with all your mews and whine

I don’t get it

I don’t know why I stay

Further ado,

(my parents and)

I wonder too,

Whether the you I know is truly you

I’m scared that the you I know

isn’t the you that you are
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… But who would fake that?

Who would fake your

expressions

cat impressions

great indiscretion

don’t forget

how you lose your possessions

all the time, I lost count!

don’t forget your obsession

of giving detailed recounts

that give me brain regression

I really don’t want to account

how much goo you sneezed out

and how well your crap had sprout

things I don’t want to know about!

and I’d much much much rather go without
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(Seriously!)

And no one can fake

your sincereness

and your thoughtfulness

giving me surprises

you know I love surprises!

and the miles you travel

speak much more than words

even the thousands we speak over the phone
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I hate to admit

It’s not easy being with me

To commit

while my parents won’t permit

I don’t think it’s easy

to commit

But I’m  glad you submit

when I need you to be with me

I don’t get it

most times I’m childish, demanding, and stubborn

not thinking with a critical mind

but you’re still there,

even with my mews and whine

I don’t get it

I don’t know why you stay
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but,
thank you
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thank you for staying
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thank you for loving me
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last year,

this year,
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and following years