Moron

I can't decide who I think is dumber: You or Me. You for the ridiculous games you play or me for going along with them endlessly. For knowing that when you text me sometime today, I will answer. When you get around to wanting me again, I will let you. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? Why can't you just stop being such an ass. I like you. There, I said it. I don't know why. There doesn't seem to be one single good or even slightly rational reason to like you. Except... You hold me when I cry. You don't let me go. You keep coming back. Persistence that isn't mine at this stage stuns me. You're still an ass.