I don't know if this is a way to start a poem
I don't even know if all I have even done is tell stories
There are a lot of things I don't know
But I do know we don't always get what we want
And sometimes too we don't always give people what they want
In my head I think you can't look me into loving you
You can't talk me into wanting this
But only time will tell if we ask for the right things at the wrong time
Maybe when my priority changes a little in the nearest future,
I'll be easier to love
Easier to talk to
And maybe a little bit more unrealistic.
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