How Crappy Sounds Cute

You dance

like there's ants

in your pants.

I draw

like there's raw meat

on the end of my arm.

But we get along just fine.

We have an unromantic time.

You tell me when I look pretty.

But you think I look good

all the time.

I tell you when you look like crap,

but you never do.

We were meant to be best friends,

and the world was meant to hate it.

You're the only constant.

I've never not wanted you.

Except for maybe

that first semester of 7th grade.

You were such a dork back then.

"Make up is a waste of time."

But you think i look good in mine.

You have dreams

that can pass through

a needles eye.

My dreams could fill

all of Shaq's shoes,

and still need more room.

I say the wrong thing

at the wrong time.

"It's just words, ya see."

But it's the wrong rhyme.

You want me to want you,

but you never have enough loyalty

to want only me.

We're entirely imperfect.

A proudly broken pair.