fuck this shit i say as i do just the opposite I hold the idea of you so gingerly in my arms  and i caress and i contort myself to  fit into the mold of  your existence -or at least i wish i did and i sit, in torment because i really like you, and i probably won’t see  you again, and here i was hoping for homes in your eyes, and love in your heart for a girl you met only twenty minutes ago yet she and her heart expect you to reciprocate, even if ever so slightly the feelings she has convinced herself to be true well, fuck this shit you say as you do just that.