I will love everything you don't and would go on loving every other thing that you could even more than you would.
I can handle it; I'm bipolar that way.
Tell me everything about yourself. I'd love to frisk you some day. Call me!
In youth, it was a way I had,
To do my best to please.
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know
And do the things I do,
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you.