This is another poem about my favorite pair from Cindy's perspective. I love reviews/comments as always!

(I really should get cracking on finishing another chapter of Constants and Variables but I'm so lazy to write anything other than these stupid ol' JC oneshots cause I'm fricking addicted!)

Anyways, enjoy!

-x-

You wear your heart on your sleeve

You're impossible to reach,

You delegate science to feelings

And you're always careful in your dealings

You try in vain to impress her with prestidigitation,

Why try when you think magic is a confabulation?

You turn my tongue into fire

Scorches everything its finds like a pyre.

You never tell me I'm worth it,

Instead, you go and try to disprove it, dispute it.

You take my intellect for granted,

You look at me and somehow things become enchanted

I'm no longer just the girl

Who has to be perfect at every turn

Or the girl with the temper

Who hasn't yet learned

Not to call you out on every little thing

You have a family that's always there,

How can you forget that and not care?

You forget no one loves me the way they love you

You're their pride and joy,

I'm just another girl who loves another boy.

You forget my mom loves perfection,

That our dreams for me never hit an intersection.

You don't know my dad's scarring words,

Or my shallow, vain heart, with its beats absurd.

You don't know I love you and always have,

You don't know your blue eyes are like two gems,

And you don't know that often, I find myself lost in them.

You don't know my weakness,

Or maybe you do,

I can't say sorry,

So my apologies for that vehement truth.

I know one day you'll understand,

Why I couldn't utter those words,

Set them free like birds,

And lighten the weight on my shoulders.

I don't deserve you, though you shatter me to pieces,

After all, you don't know the effect you can have

Or the light that you bring,

To a life that before you was like a playground without a swing

I hate all your logic, but it attracts me too.

I hate your ability to turn fantasy into physics

And fiction into fact.

I hate that you're a blue eyed boy in a lab coat I love,

I hate that it's you I'm bereft of.

I love that you know it and damn, you're smug.

I love that I hate you and hate that I love you,

But what can I say?

When I know that in fact,

That there's no way,

You'd love me back,

I'm just the girl across the street

The girl who does nothing but attack.

But you don't know

I hate you to your core,

But the love wins more.

-x-