Her

She goes “no” when she means “yes”.
She says she’s alright when she’s not.
She diets all the time and says she’s cutting weight
yet moans all the time and says she’s fat.

She attributes all her moodiness to PMS
She finishes all her combing only after two hours
She wants to watch a horror movie all the time
yet grips my arm real tight and screams everytime.

She’s scared of cockroaches
Yet she loves those sharks.
She wastes wads of tissue crying
Yet always scolds me for paper wasting.

It’s always best not to contradict her
you’ll never win for sure
It’s always best not to talk to another girl
You never know when she might be looking.

She has so many moods
You can’t count them with all the numbers
She has so many reactions
And not one of them is explainable

Yet despite all that, I find that
She’s still the one and only in my heart.