You Shout it Out, but I Can't Hear a Word You Say.

there's a lot of complications to all of this, isn't there? even when we sit down and try to sort it out we tend to over complicate it. you're astounding, from what i've seen you always have been. and perhaps that's a good thing, perhaps that's the part of you that draws me in. everything about you is intoxicating to my mind and i can't quite make sense of it all. your smile is infectious and your laugh ends far too soon. you're all i could ever ask for but everything i keep inside. i refuse to play whatever kind of game you seem to be reeling me into but maybe that's the problem: my quick and rash judgements. just because i deem it to be one way doesn't make it true. maybe in the long run, it is i who is playing with you..