Sometimes

I like to pretend that I am a poet. Some nights I will sit myself down at my desk and claw my eyes out trying to find the right words. Most of the time it doesn’t work, but sometimes it does. I guess all things are like that. Sometimes they do work and sometimes they don’t. Sometimes I work and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I cry and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I care and sometimes I don’t. But I always seem to love you, no matter if I’m working or not.