break it down

i didn't want to pick you and i don't even like to think of you. i see you and there's no real attraction, i get aggreviated by some of the things you so with calculate carelessness. yet i crave the wittiness and appreciation of our clever exchanges. i wonder what happened to all our uplifting conversations, religious dissections, and playful debates in which you liked to prove my point wrong, but more importantly liked me to argue with you. somehow you know that i am not meant for a gentle soul or a soft spoken man. i want a farm, i want to think, i want to love.