I wore my favourite shirt today to meet you
But you never showed
Nursing a hangover,
Although you still manage to sound as beautiful as ever
Music is my first love but you might be my second
And I wish I was your 3rd or 4th.
I don't care that you smoke cigarettes
I'm only jealous because they get to touch your lips
You have a worrying obsession for my cooking
But I would cook for you forever, if you would only let me (lemon chicken anyone)
I don't know you, yet I really know you
An oxymoron of the most heartfelt kind
I know every inch of your body like the back of my hand
My mind is on repeat of all the things we did and said
And promises we promised to keep
As I sit here
scrawling and staring
climbing the fucking walls
undressing you in my mind
My heart is a train wreck
Waiting for you to untangle me.
I want you, only you
I'm in, are you?
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