Because I Can

 I thought I'd warn you all loving me will entail.

I am crazy.
Full blown, completely crazy.
I will drive you up the wall,
I will make you want to scream and hit things
and frustrate you both mentally and sexually.
I will make you yell out to an empty room void of answers.

And the answer will always be: I do it  because I can.

I will talk.
Nonstop.
Loudly.
Inappropriately.
I will go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
about nothing important.
The man I saw walking his dog.
How I lost my virginity.
The way my sandwich tasted at lunch.
Anything and everything I will tell you about it.
And you will wonder why I must talk this much sometimes.

And the answer will always be: because I can.

I will tell you about my past relationships.
Because I think you deserve to know about them.
And you will think I'm crazy because
I don't hate a single ex boyfriend.
Not
A
Single
One.
The way I forgive them might anger you
and make you jealous
but baby it should just show you that no matter what
I will always forgive you.
I will always love you.
Fiercely.

Because if I do all these things with you
and laugh obnoxiously in public
and kiss your dimples
and let you love me,
baby that means I'm here to stay.
And if you're the right one for me
you'll ask why I chose you out of everyone.

And the answer will always be: because I could.