You told me write a book but all I could tell you was that
I had tried but I always abandon the work like the people I give my heart to abandon me

That night i didn't even crave the affection of a lover, I just wanted someone to dance with and be in rhythm with to feel whole

You always were the kind of extremity every mother warns her child about
But you've always made me the saddest and maybe in some twisted way that's why I've only been able to be the happiest with you

He could solve his way to your heart like a math equation I could never understand

He could write poetry in the language of love
And he could sing and he could dance, he could have you spellbound with just a glance
And he would wait until the end
Just to say that you were just another small smile

Just because you write does not mean you feel the words beneath every other vein and through your bones

Nor does it mean that you understand her in every way a night allows and

It doesnt mean that you always say the right thing just because you could describe her collarbone like the bridge that kept you from falling