I'm the original supervillain of romance. i'm that man you love to hate, that guy you want to be, and that prick that knows you want to be him. i'm that boy that can't stop running, i'm that man that can't stop falling. i'm bulging muscles, fake tans, and bleached teeth. I'm pensive stares, deep thoughts, and shattered dreams. I'm bored, arrogant, and indifferent. I'm red, white and blue, but its all the same when you're color blind. . . .
i'm trying to be open and approachable. i'm trying not to hold grudges. i'm trying to be a little less angry at the people i loved for the things they did. i'm trying to see you four dimensionally. i'm trying to be nice when it goes against my nature. i'm trying to be better than i thought i could be. i'm trying to let myself love you. i'm trying to not worry if the glass is half empty or half full, ****, i'm trying to just not knock the ****ing cup over. i'm trying to smile. i'm trying not to seem angry when i'm really happy. i'm trying to go outside when its sunny. i'm trying go inside when its cold. i already understand you, i'm trying to accept you. i'm trying to save myself. i'm trying to give up on you. i'm trying to figure out what it is i want. i'm trying to not sabotage the whole d*mn thing before it even gets going. i'm trying to stay afloat. i'm trying to be healthy. i'm trying to be sober. i'm trying to be sane. i'm trying to listen. i'm trying really hard to get this down before i give up. i'm trying really hard to get this down before it goes away. i'm trying to stay away from toxic people. i'm trying to make new friends. i'm trying really really hard to remember your ****ing name. i'm trying to live up to great expectations. i'm trying to live down bad reputations. i'm trying to be a man in new york city. i'm trying it all alone. and i'm trying the best i can every godd*mn ****ing day.