i really am happy.
How many times do i have to lie for things to actually be ok?
How many nights do i have to cry?
How many fights do we have to have?
How many attacks can i have?
How many nightmares may i dream?
Until things get better..
Or until you have enough and leave?
becuase face it,
everyone leaves me.
i may be annoyed by the way you act sometimes
or by some of the things you do
but no one could ever make me love you any less
or them any more
not even the one who spends money on me
or the one who gives me constant attention
or the one who writes me poetry
or the one who whispers sweet nothings in my ear
because at the end of the day
im still thinking of you
and all the ways and reasons
i love you
and how in the big picture
you make me happier
than any of those people combined
you dont have to buy my love
or fake your way to my love
becuase i love you
just the way you are
i love the good side of you
the annoying side of you
and the bad side of you
and despite all our stupid arguements
i wouldnt give you up
if my life depended on it.