imperfection

So cocky. The way you place your hands on your hips. The way you speak; like you know everything. But then it's there. That slight undertone of imperfection, almost a needing of approval. The knowledge you actually posses is quite astounding and more often than not, I wrack my brain trying to find ways to conceal my pure admiration. There it is now. That tone. Yet at this moment, it is thick full of sarcasm and jokery. That's you. So complicated but stripped to basics. Keep them guessing kid. Mostly me, I suppose.