To most people,
I am tough, a snob, sometimes mean, unpredictable, domineering and independent.
Can you even imagine me being these things?
If no, then in my mother’s words, I must really like you.
I like you enough to lose my logic with you, for you.
I don’t want to have to think or rationalize anything to do with you.
I just want to love you endlessly and foolishly,
Not because I’m not smart enough to see through you
But because I choose to let you be who you want to be with me
And give myself the chance to be a teenager again.