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I'm doing my very best Peter North impression

Even though you're not here to see it

This time



Clears the head, don't it?

Kind of like the shot you take

Before you talk to the girl

You're not sure if

It'll help you say the right thing

Or help take away the slap's sting

But both work, eh?



Or that big breath in

You're supposed to take before

Jumping out of a plane

Praying for that parachute to open

Even if you don't believe in God

(For the record...mine did)



What digression



You teach me how to fuck you

And it drives me wild



I love how you're my little slut

But most of all I love how I don't

Really mean it

Just that you're mine

And you make me cock-y

Tee hee



You teach me how to write you

In your way, AND mine

And every way possible



Fuck idealism, this is fact

And I'm cussing so you know

I'm serious



Maybe...

Not maybe, for sure

You have never been taught

How to be loved

Cherished

Adored

Respected

Honoured

Not as good as I could



Let me climb up the vines to your parapet

There's more than a few thorns

But who gives a shit

If you're at the end

I'd climb until my hands were useless

Till I was beaten

Battered

Because you teach me how to be

Cherished

Adored

Respected

Myself



I've never seen the view from a pedestal

But you give me glimpses



So put up your walls

Make them your best

Because

On love's light wings shall I o'erperch them

Fact



It's not because I'm cocky

Or naive

Or stupid

But because, frankly

We're a duo

It's true-o.