i'm told
we're not serious enough
that i'm too sarcastic
but isn't that what you wanted
isn't that what you liked about me when all this began
i'm told
that this is unhealthy
the way we immaturely act with each other
but if we both do it who's to say who is wrong
i like what we have
but after being
told
i now see what they were talking about
we've replaced serious conversation with sarcastic jabs
always gliding over the surface of a lingering issue neither of us really want to discuss
i punch you to let off the uneasiness and butterflies that creep in
because these feelings for you collide into one another inside me
and there's no place for them to go
but through my fist to your arm