You’ve got the best of both worlds. You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man then lift him back up again.You are strong but you’re needy, humble but you’re greedy. And based on your body language and shotty cursive I’ve been reading. Your style is quite selective though your mind is rather reckless. Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is. It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write. Kind of turn themselves into knives. And don’t mind my nerve you could call it fiction. But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear. 'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you are biased I love your advice. Your comebacks they’re quick and probably have to do with your insecurities. There’s no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these words. I’m paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging

And it’s a beautiful mess this is. It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

And through timeless words and priceless pictures. We’ll fly like birds not of this earth. And tides they turn and hearts disfigure. But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together. And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts. But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it