I put you on the highest pedestal before I even knew you. I saved every sweet text you sent me, but soon realized that I never once heard anything of the sort come from your mouth. I have been yours for months now; you have not wanted me even for a day. I cannot remember where you were when I was ready to give up on myself. But I know exactly where I am now, and I am giving up on you.
sometimes my mouth was too sharp, my tongue was too fast, my eyebrow would arch just a bit too high and you would get that slow smile I loved, s a y "whoa there, sassafras."
but you still loved m e in my sassiest m o m e n t s