Crazy Contradiction

Author's Note: So this is my most recent poem, both that I've written and that I like. XD Yaay. =)) This ends this batch of poems I'm copying from Deviantart to here. :D
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We won't always be perfect
we're both too stubborn for that.
And we'll say stupid things,
and it will always be complicated.

But if this were simple,
I would been bored long before
all the problems happened.

You're insane, and unpredictable.
Insecure and full of pride.
Impulsive and far too rational.
And you're a crazy contradiction.
But I wouldn't have you
any other way.

And it's not just your hair,
and how it feels in my fingers.
Or your joking, childish way
of throwing tantrums.
It's not enough to say
that you're a mystery:
a complex mess of emotions,
of questions and [brilliance]

It isn't about the way
I'm addicted to your smell
or your [you-brand] of energy
and well-thought logic.
Your stubborn principles
and messed-up ways.

It's not just that angry, intense face
while playing all your killing games
or that proud, hidden smirk
while having all your mind games.

It was more about that smile
which you couldn't help but give
whenever we talked
about the next 20 years
of pillow forts and cookie jars
and hunting down the ones
who'd try to take the kids.

It wasn't just your complexity,
that had me thinking
for nights on end
just who you really were.
Or the late-night talks
about life and love and [all]
the world was around us.

It was more about the laughs,
about the ridiculous things
that happened everyday.
The simplest things
that made me forget
about everything else.
Just for a few hours.

And it wasn't just your snarky lines
that made fun of [everyone's] stupidity.
or your frequent, cheesy nonsense.
It was more than what anyone could see
about you, beyond me.

Because it was never just about
your pride, and indifference
and your [theoretical] niceness.
(But they were always
part of it, too.)

It was always about that way
you had of saying the right things,
when you tried the least.
And your sincerity
and genuine give-a-shit.
About people who didn't.

Because in a world of people
who live on just
that pride
or complexity
or brilliance

and a world full of people,
all with theoretical [niceness]:
You were always something more.