Poems, Books, and Reviews

Corinne.
Sometimes you make me so mad, but I can't be mad
and it's infuriating.
I mean, you have these tendencies that make me pissed.
Really mad.
And the thing is?
The thing is I can't be mad at you.
Like, what the heck dude?
At least let me be mad at you.
But I can't.
I physically and mentally can't
I don't know why I can't.
It can't be your charm
(either I'm Fireproof, or your charm is nonexistent).
It can't be your witty humor.
I have a wittier tongue than you.
It can't be your placid assuredness,
and go-with-the-flow attitude.
It's all of these.
It's the fact that you are one of the only people
who spends time with me,
enough to know me.
It's your charm, wit, and attitude.
If you were to lose it all, though,
I'd be here for you.
If you were grotesque, and slow, and stubborn,
I'd love you all the same.
Best friends do that for each other.
I'd just be able to be angry at you.
But even though I might not always like you,
I'll always love you.
This is not a love poem.
This is about friendship.
To quote Chris:
"I am not gay.
I am a (in my case woman) man,
and I am straight.
I am not homosexual"
No offense meant,
but, being teased for
something that isn't true,
no matter what,
is wrong.
You understand that.
This is just my thoughts,
and you can probably tell.
But the intent is clear.
You, Corinne P. H.,
are my best friend,
and without you, I'd be lost.
I love you,
for your humor, your weirdness,
your quirky habits,
your attitude,
and because,
I just love you.

Notes

I'll probably do a nicer version of this later.