look past my dirty chucks

You think I'm wishy washy,
complicating and confusing.
Consistant decoding of my behavior
has got you choosing.

Should you continue to make logic of my creative mess,
causing you to be cautious, worry and stress?

Or guard your heart
and guard your pride,
break our connection apart
and push me to the side?

But I want you to know I'm falling hard,
I'm falling fast.
Praying you let down your guard
so this feeling can last.

I realize I'm no better than the rest.
I'm loosing sleep
competing with the best of the best.
but I take a risk, I take the leap.

and wait for you
to be on the same page with me.