I'm sorry about my antics
, but
When I look at you I panic
, and
My heartrate becomes so spastic

My thoughts are just so sporadic
, that
It's hard to share them in public
, 'cause
I would come across as heartsick.

I swear I don't feel despondent
, and
I can tell it's not apparent
, but
It's quite nice when you are blatant

Please don't let me cloud your judgment
, when
You think you might be poignant
, 'cause
You should know that I can take it.

I want to hear your "harsh" words
, that
Maybe sound crazy or absurd
, 'cause
Trust is easier when forward

I still don't want to be lectured
, and
Most definitely not tortured
, but
Please still hold me to a standard.

I wish that I could still show you
, that
The immature boy that you knew
, is
Not always in need of rescue

Your options are so very few
, and
I know that, because I know you
, but
You just seem to want to make-do

With someone else.