In a traumatizing hail storm,
stand out on the street corner
waiting for me to arrive.

In the operating room,
suffer with me as our
first child is brought
into this world.

In essence,
stand by my side.
You don't need to say anything.

*Just be there.

I guess some people aren't
my cup of tea.
We could never have deep
conversations or inside jokes.
You know I like inside jokes.

We would never see anything
but ourselves, lonely and afraid
of hurting the other person.
I can't be afraid of you.

We would never have that spark.
There would always be a
grand pause where the fortissimo
should have been.

I guess some people aren't
my cup of tea.
I'm also glad that those people
stay that way.

And if I happen to land in your arms
after I fall for your quirks and charms
I thank you first for doing me no harms.

But if you drop me, I must confess
I will love you a tiny bit less.
And if you drop me on a bed,
I might be entirely and mildly mislead
to do things before I don't think with my head.