Unapologetically.

You don't think you get to love me with the lights on,

and I don't think you get to love me with them off.

I am not 100% sure who you want to be,

but I am 100% sure who you're not.

You think you can tease me for trying.

You think you can make me get off.

I'm not convinced that you're lying,

but I sure as hell know that you're wrong.

There's a hole in the floor of the attack,

and I found your diary there.

It was filled with a fuck ton of static,

but the truth in the irony... scarce.

I don't know where you think we are going,

I don't know if you think I will join,

but I know in the light of the morning

I will want more than this half-hearted joy. 

It's a deep dark sense of foreboding, 

that haunts me awake and asleep.

As I curl up next to you hoping, 

that one day you might actually see

that the girl in the room here with you

is not who you hoped she would be

that she'll never mold into something

that is more than unapologetically me.