Utterly Impossible Expectations
I think I've stopped putting myself out there I go out, but I don't meet people I avoid talking to people I don't know, unless I'm paid to do it Or it's online and stress free It's not because I'm scared Or because I don't want to meet someone (Because I really, truly do) It's because I'm sick of people being interested in me Rather than INTERESTED in ME. Like me for my smile and my looks Sure But like me for so much more Like me because I'm 22 and still build pillow forts And get into tickle wars And always have sweets to share. Hell even hate me For my fickleness Or laziness Or the way I avoid conflict. I don't care Just be honest with me And yourself Get to know me And show me That you can keep up with my childishness And put up with my love of corduroy And can be weird with me But not constantly bring me down with negativity Life's too short for that. Cuddle with me And don't get jealous of my ted