Love is more than just holding hands

Let me make this clear for you,
I like it when you get jealous and angry,
Or when you nod your head when I say something,
Pretending to get me even when you don't.

I like it when you act all cute,
Being someone else with me,
That no one knows.

I smile when you say what you feel for me,
But I can't say anything because I get too scared.

I like when you share your record collection with me,
Even if I have to google the names up,

You have your DVD shelved,
Would you think less of me if you know that I don't alphabetized mine,
Can you still keep that smile,
Even after I criticized the movie you like,
Or get carried away with the one I love

Can you sleep peaceful at night
When I grind my teeth so loud
And you need the rest more than you need me.

If I wear a short dress,
That makes me have another pair of cheeks to powder,
Will you still hold my hand proudly,
Even as the guys see more than they can imagine.

Can you still kiss me if I make a bad joke,
Will you let me use Chappele and Seinfeld as a reference,
To life greatest topics

There are things you need to know about me
I’m weak right now, so weak right now
I need proof before I dare to open this heart
And I play tough because I get scared to need someone

Will you let me watch porn,
While I have you inside me,
Can you just say yes, when I get turned on,
Even if we are eating at McDonalds.

Can you let me be myself,
And not spit while I'm next to you,
Can we not live in together
Because I don't want you around me all the time


Can you always be truthful to me,
Can you not compete with my past,
Do you still keep a picture of her?

If I say I don't love you back,
Can you please keep fighting for my affection,
Can you hold me tonight?
And if I fall, just catch me.

Melt my heart to Stone

I have to stop repeating myself like a broken tune, 
Stuck in a past that never do me good, 
Running in the present that only creates more self destruction. 

Hoping of something that would never be said,
I am all for chasing pavements, 
But it has to be the real thing ad not some temporary fix, 
That deludes me into filling space with ills that would do no good.

Let me wear my heart on the sleeve with doe eyes, 
Only wants what I deserve and nothing less, 
To not give in to anyone excuses and bad intentions,
To stop making excuses for those who build me up and left me to die,
Never ever to give in to my own pretending to let him be what he never was in my mind,
Be me, and be okay with it. 

xoxo
Rollo T