with you or rahdahradahradahdadhah

I can be that
silly ass
alternative music listening
simpleton
shaking and gyrating
in hilarious fashion
can be the moody guy
at times.
all with you.
I guess that's cool even though
I'm the village idiot.....

When / or perhaps "The rest of me?"

I understand I'm a bit out there
and that as intelligent as I am
I tend to not only outrage and befuddle
people with my ideas
but also
they rub folk into a position
that details the fact
that they really have no interest in whats gonna come out of
my mouth.
I live with it.
I'll even go as far as to say
that it provides less responsibility for your thoughts.
( folk don't expect societies brand of wisdom ) - { ie: funny will do }
Again I can and do deal.
Hurts when you truly care about someone but
whatever
I'm sure I'm not a significant others idea of perfect either...
And I know I'm like a recipient of bad sex's
saviour or some such shit.
I'm aware.
Been hearing it for years.
I practiced.
Paid attention.
I'm this good on purpose.
I know I'm sexy to some
handsome to others
drop dead gorgeous to most.
There are other
wonderful things about me.
I'm a lover.
Attentive.
Again I practiced these things.
They would be this well rehearsed.
I can live with the desire for me.
Can live with it being more powerful than the desire to
say,
talk to me,
pick my brain as it were.
Although I'm sure as much as I've seen
in this life
I have a few things up there pertinent yet unseen by most,
I point out again
I can live with that.
I can be present
at attention
all learned attributes
and old and new attributes
and amusing quirks
and everything else that made this happen at all...

My problem?

I can't be pretty and shut up,
and have no intention of doing that,
or becoming comfortable with the idea that I'm only good enough to cuddle with
in the event a woman wants to screw...
Again for the umpteenth time
I can live with it
( can be non-English speaking pool boy coming to provide maintenance )
But the pool boy goes home after he finishes work.
What's more
he
as advertised
doesn't speak English
and would be in a different profession
still
If he sat around so his customers could gaze at him
as they ignored him
and went about they day until his physicality was actually summoned.

Now part of that problem?

Is alllllllllll
ME.

Though I try to hide my arrogance,
my ego says You should love me [the whole]
(for lack of being able to type the other term you love your friend
and he has great sex { not that he doesn't want to provide that } yet can't wrap yourself around the idea
that he's that guy)
Because for real he's the village idiot
who just happens to fuck like a porn star.
Never thought
Does that even makes sense?
In love and loving are two different things.
( so I'm not arrogant to claim the first, It would be nice....)
but then what?

What am I even saying in this jumble of thoughts?
of course there's more to say
stuff to irk bout
and at the same time
I find myself sitting here with but one question on my mind....

When I give that physical part to them
when do they still like the rest better....
Or is that even possible?
Steps further
like should I
lean on that being a compliment to my sexual prowess?
Or see it as an insult to my character follow...

idk...

A beautiful script.
Me, no. We writing the scene.
Paradise lyrics.

Our two hearts beating to match.
Just don't turn the page alone......