I've been studying your body language,
the way your knees shake,
when I touch you.
the way your eyes fill with intensity,
when I look at you.
The way you bite your lip,
I can tell that you want me to kiss you,
very hard,
very long,
very fierce.

Never knew how the moon felt
when it left the sky
for the sun to shine
until I became the moon,
and you the sun.
I'd always whisper,
"love you more than those ******* before"
and you'd reply,
"love you more than those other *******"
but I was left behind,
and you were on a ride to wonderland,
where the girls who fall in love with angels aren't invited.
You were my angel.
And I was your past.

If you listen carefully enough you can hear her voice break as her words smash off the rocks of her insecurities.