you took my heart
and hid it away
you took my mind
and twisted it
you let me fall for
a soul as bittersweet
as your own
and then you told me
"it's just as friends"
you took my kisses
you held me close
you said you were sorry
and my feelings you supposed
you knew how I felt
and you didn't want to hurt me
but the taste of your lips
is one I'll never forget
and your soft touch
is my greatest regret

if I think hard enough
and delve beyond the intoxication
of that friday night I can still remember
how your lips felt pressed against my own
and how your hands felt on my body
and how it felt to be tangled together
the clumsy mouths and stumbling hands
and
I fell for you
hard

that one song that reminds me of you
it came on the radio a couple of days ago
and I listened to it closely
I memorised the words
and absorbed the music
I let it control my mind
and demolish my bloodstream
because I miss you
and I needed you back somehow
just for a few minutes

ten thousand ways to confess
how I feel
three little words I can't admit
to you
and these words have graced
the tip of my tongue
a countless amount of times
but the thought of them escaping
my debauched lips
sends shivers down my spine
and I don't think
that I'll ever understand
this whole great concept of love
but on some days I admit
I feel it so strong
like when the snowflakes fall upon your nose
and I kiss them off so lightly
and the way you smile
as the first cup of coffee
graces your elegant lips
and how your eyes light up
when you listen to those songs
                                  our songs
and it's how I feel when I'm with you
I love you

I have memorised the way
that your lips move
to the doleful tune of
I love you
the bitter taste
on your tongue
leaving a sour aftertaste
in my mind

you are the hint of something sweeter
better than this
and more comprehendable
to my sour mind
than anything else
and if nothing else
in these incoherent realms of abstinence
makes any sense to me
but you
then I think
I am afraid