Sometimes I want to shake you and shout, "stop being so self-pitiful", or, "stop ordering me about, you aren't always right".
Other times I just want to hold you tight and let you feel safe, because it seems you hardly ever do. You are selfish, but I do love your head on my shoulder.
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
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