It's the cat

My hands are limp,
My brain is numb.
My hands are not quite sure what to do with themselves.
And neither are my emotions.
My hands feel lonely without your hands,
And my heart beats with the same lonelyness too.

I can't rhyme,
But for you I'll try,
 Because I've known all this time,
You're the only thing that makes my spirits fly.

And you care,
No matter what,
And when I'm in despair,
You better then any chocolate.

People always tell me
'You're so nice!"
They never believe that I hate little kids.
Or that I am more than willing to stuff a whole bunch of people into a grand piano.
They don't believe I can start a fight and finish one.

I guess I just thought that I could tell you because you don't know me.
And it's easier to take criticism from people you don't know.
I never meant it to be a school thing,
And that's why I haven't written since March.

If you're anything like me
(which is very hard)
You have an unwanted love for kids movies even though you're thirteen.
And when you turn thirteen an irripressible mood cloud that won't go away.
If you're anything like me

The truth that doesn’t hurt,
The friend who’s always there,
The invention of coffee and berry smoothie mixed together,
The promposal your waiting for,
The end of a never ending hat,
A hand holding yours,