Then, When

I just had so many things to get off my chest,
and I knew my feet would hurt at the end of the day,
and I knew I would end up telling you about my crow's feet,

but I would do it anyway,
because I'm boring,
and predictable,

and because I thought I could do these things and you would love me unconditionally,
but nothing,
not even love,
is as strong as the aversion to boredom and being ordinary,

or the magnetism to that green,
or that one,
or that one over there--