Black & White & True (I kinda, sorta like you)

I think I'll make it simple
Metaphors confuse you
So I'll make this very blunt
Black & White & True

You sorta give me fireworks
You kinda give me butterflies
You make me feel like flying
When I close my eyes

I know your kinda mad at me
I guess I deserve that too
I'll write no more hidden meanings
I kinda sorta like you

No little metaphors
You make my heart beat fast
You kinda, sorta mean a lot to me
If I forgot to tell you in the past

I know you think I'm stupid
Yeah, I think it's true
You know I love everything that
You hate about you

I'm gonna write you a poem
So you can understand
I kinda want to hold you closer
I kinda want to hold your hand

I like to write in metaphors
I guess they make my words less true
But let us be black and white right now
I tripped, and fell for you

*To my retarded chipmunk*