Silent, thoughtful... Completely wary, and somehow, World weary. Waaay too skeptical and cautious for such a fraction of decades. Like someone whispered the way it really is while you slept in those Elementary years. So you're already armed, a bit, for those fake smiles and bobble-head nods, they that say what they think you'll like - What you want to hear, as they deem fit. Puh-tah! Absence of sugar-coated and soothing babble, Bible-belt faithless and, thankfully, living without a blindfold, such the copperhead. But, for your refreshing bluntness and usually negative stance, your perceived-as-uncaring ways, your heart is Day-Glo on your sleeve - In your hands even - just as your eyes are crucifyingly honest. And that is so terrifying, so terrifying because I would rather die, I stress this, I would rather die, than to see your heart hidden and shuttered from me - Your eyes cold and closed to me - for something unforeseen in my words, or my iddy thoughts or deeds. Because I adore your thinking, I do and I grin at your way of not settling for and accepting what you are handed or told as gospel, so to speak. And I treasure - yes, treasure, I have said it, so roll your eyes and grin already - I treasure your existence and presence in my life... Sometimes you are the only Silver thread keeping me attached to the Coil. You. Because you're delightedly 'damned' and dark and yet Day-Glo, alot like me... and I say it without bobble-nodding, and not because I think you want to hear it. And I'll adore and treasure and love you unflinchingly, until I snuff the dust of this odd and dismal Rock. So you can grin and poke my perpetual bruises and roll your eyes, but never forget. You.. don't ever forget: I would rather die. I would rather die.
