by babblingxbrooke   Oct 22, 2013

We clash.

You see an end.
I see a beginning.

You can be hot headed.
You can be immature.

Sometimes you take things too seriously.
Sometimes you make a bad joke.

You question my questioning.
You question my worrying.
You tell me not to worry or ask questions.

Sometimes you grind my gears.
Sometimes you get to me.

You seem like an introvert.
You seem at times arrogant.
You seem to be all work and no play.

We are opposites.
We clash.

And that's what fuels my fire.


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