The Man of Rust.

[rox4rolls]

I fell down the stairs and laid at the bottom in a heap, hoping that I would be saved.

You fell in love with a place, and I fell in love with a point in time. I fell in love with an idea, and the path it winds down leads me to believe that I will forever be wishing upon false notions.

I want to be honest with you. I refuse to enter into another relationship where I maintain a nice facade, all the while biting my tongue. I want to be able to tell you when I think people are boring. I want to tell you when people have terrible ideas and idiotic lines of thought. I want to stop suppressing my opinions, because I feel like I'm lying when I don't say anything to voice my disapproval. I want to tell you that bands are terrible, that books are garbage, and that movies are rubbish. I want to get into arguments with everyone and have them all hate me, but still have you stand by my side. I want you to know what I really think about everything... just everything... and I want you to care about what I think about things. I want to be obstinate and unwavering and I hope it pisses off everyone else in the world, except you.

I am asking way too much.