Lists

Things I love about you...

#1. You never let our conversations end on a bad note.

#2. You don't use words cheaply.

#3. You make me more patient and more considerate.

#4. You drive a beat-up Taurus with no a/c.

#5. You listen when we argue.

#6. You argue back.

#7. You call for no reason.

#8. You beat me in sports. All sports.

#9. Your friends love their girlfriends/wives.

#10. You're dedicated to anything you commit to.

#11. You love your family and they love you.

#12. You take your mom ice cream for no reason.

#13. You get excited over simple things.

#14. You're successful in whatever you put your mind to.

#15. You have a picture of us in your room and there are dust marks underneath it.

Things I dislike about you

#1. You text all the time

#2. You ignore me for baseball.

#3. You don't know how to have a relationship.

#4. You cling to your past.

#5. You're overly organized.

#6. You work long hours for no extra pay.

#7. You delay answers that will annoy me/others.

#8. You can't say no.

#9. Any type of new experience intimidates you.

#10. You live in Freeburg and are totally content with it.

#11. You won't call me your girlfriend (which is what I am).

I love lists.

They give a sense of purpose.

They're a distraction

from boring classes

boring meetings

grading and homework and

reality.

I make lists of reality

but rarely are they completed.

I make to-do lists for events

that cannot possibly be completed

for months.

I know I'll lose the list by then

but I write it anyway.

I carelessly toss it into a bag

lose it

start over.

A vicious cycle of ignoring reality.

Waitin' on You

When I bring up your name

The conversation always ends the same.

It’s a quote I’m getting rather sick of using:

It’s a sigh and then, “I dunno…we’ll see”

What will we see?

That you’re desperately afraid of me?

That you’re playing a game and getting by on a smile

And I’m playing one too – called denial.

Are you really like the taxi cab without its light?

Am I a passenger on a missionless plight?

Because the voice inside me is screaming

That from this all I need some meaning.

Call it a commitment, call it a label,

But without it, I soon won’t be able

To justify being in a cab with no ends to the mean

Because slowly a fraud this is beginning to seem.

I have places to go and goals to reach

And I’m sorry that I’m appearing to preach,

But it’s getting harder and harder to sacrifice

For something unsurely worth the price.

You say you want me to move home for me

But I’m not sure why you can’t see

That the only reason I’d come back to Illinois

Is to spend the rest of my life with you boy.

A scary prospect for us both I understand,

But if I’m willing to make it, I need you to be a man.

Step up and say what it is you want

I’m weary of the run-around, just make it blunt.

Because boo, I’ve got things to do

And I’m getting real sick of waitin on you.