i talk a big game

use big words and metaphorical warfare to cover deficiencies

when all i want is a her to call my lady and cuddle when the world is too much

one that can pound some sense into my throbbing skull

push me to be better

force me to continue on when all i want is to hide in bed for a few weeks straight

or join me and make a blanket fort and make love while the rest of the world chokes on a bag of dicks

one that points me in the right direction when the mania takes hold

and is willing to listen when the weight of it all is too much and is trying it’s damnedest to crush me

she knows i talk a big game

hide behind big words and metaphorical warfare

she sees through it into the child hiding inside the scarred facade

has an understanding of why my tongue is razor sharp

an enjoyment of when it is smooth as silk

doesn’t expect me to always be on

but can appreciate when i am and be my partner in crimes against stupidity

i’m asking for too much

she has to be able to read the currents of sarcasm that radiate and be able to tell when i’m serious and when i’m on a tangent

she can hide behind big words and engage in metaphorical warfare

and talk a big game

if she wants to build a blanket fort and hide from the world it’s okay too

because we’ll be partners in crime

a team against everyone else

maybe she’ll need me as much as i need her

and i absolutely pity anyone that dares make her upset

these scars aren’t for show

and i’m not afraid of adding to the collection

even if i am just a hurt child inside

that talks a big game

and puts her first in every way