The strangest bits of you are
the most attractive to me. I remember
when you were singing that
song, so familiar to
us both, and you couldn't hit that
note. I guess you knew it,
and you just cut out your voice
right there. As a vocalist, I know that
awareness of your limitations is
very important, but I
don't know why I found this so endearing.
When I am always looking for your
approval, when I'm constantly trying
to justify myself to you (even
when you're not around), is
when I become disgusted with
myself over the realization that
I am enamored with you.
We who thrive on needing nothing,
we who feed on independence,
we who prize an unapproachable attitude
have to make concepts such as love
so hard for ourselves. I feel like
I even pronounce the word incorrectly.
I may be as confident with myself as they come,
it's just you I'm unsure of.
