five.

you and me at war at arms
all falling in embrace.

five songs, five loves, five laughs.

Quads, I know you'll read this and surely think, with a bit of self-aware reluctance, that it's all about you.

I always was a terrible liar.
Because you had to know that I was fond of you,
Fond of Y-O-U

You think you know me well, and maybe you do, but here; here's me:

I have ten fingers and ten toes. The latter are all of normal, descending length.
That being said, I hate feet.
The only lies I can manage are the stomach-clenching white lies to attempt to get myself out of trouble.
I have dinosaur hands, and I often hold my arms aloft as if posing as a T-Rex.
This is entirely unintentional.
I am outspoken with emotions, but I'm never sure exactly what I'm feeling.
I'm loud, but I'm much more introverted than many seem to think.
I'm terrified of life.

This is just the bare bones.
Quads, you're just great.
I love that you're a corrupting influence.
You're in my top five.

I'm not making sense I'm not making sense I'm not making sense.

I think I love you.

Dance Hall Days

We talk about love a lot, you and I.

I find myself wondering--
Did you ever consider that maybe, just maybe, you could have it with me?