You Are

I want to be
the only one
who puts the
light and fun

in your eyes.
I want to be
the one you
stare at, endlessly.

I want to be
breathless
together.
Shyness

we can overcome.
I want to be
your whole world
because, can't you see,

you're mine.
But you don't
know it.
And you won't

admit it
even if you did.
Because,
though I want to be rid

of you,
you are
that stubborn
fool, by far,

you are
so full
of yourself,
listen to every rule

then break it,
think every bad thought,
then laugh,
say every bad word taught,

then grin
innocently.
You remind me
of me.

Yet you also are
the adorable,
self-centered a__hole,
who can pull

your own
weight
and then some.
"Hate"

is not in
your vocabulary,
and neither is "serious"--
you are always jokingly

saying one thing
or another.
No doubt
your mother

trained you
very well.
But you can
obviously tell

that you
are someone who
deserves a little
extra attention--you

are definitely,
undoubtedly,
the boy with whom
I fell in love with, completely.