Today I stood under the Eiffel Tower
And then I looked up
Few times in my life where I felt that small
One of them was the day I realized
We would never be together again.

i know you would choose him
if life gave you another chance  
i know you think about him
you pull back when he’s around
it’s dangerous for me to insist
i feel brave
but i’m just stupid
i know you think he’s the perfect match
and it hurts in you everything you’ve thrown away
what if?
what if that time was the right time?
i know you would risk it all
just to see what it could’ve been.
and i keep wondering
if in the future you’ll regret letting me go too.

i know your parents
and your family
i think your cousins are cute
but we’re just friends.
you know my mom
and you think she’s funny
and that’s great
cause actually she’s crazy
you know i can’t stand my father
and i love my brothers
but we’re just friends.
i know a lot of details about you
i can recreate your scent in my mind whenever i want
and sometimes she does it on her own
just to make me miss you
but we’re just friends.
we do a lot of kissing
the *** is insanely great
it’s easy to fall asleep with your head on my chest
but we’re just friends.
i told you i have feelings for you
you said
you have an amazing world to discover
and we’re still friends
who do a lot of kissing.
our friends ask me about it
what’s going on between you guys?
i swallow my pride
hahah we’re just friends.
sometimes you say you miss me
sometimes you’re so ******* sweet
sometimes i think we’re more than friends
but we’re just friends.

i hate being so intense
i hate to love so hard
that i get mad at gravity
for making me fall so fast
and want to rip my heart
out of my chest.
i hate to think about you
since i wake up
till i fall asleep
and wish that you think of me
at least for a minute
so i don’t feel so stupid.
i hate to miss you
every second that
you’re not talking to me.
i hate to want to feel your touch so much
that i “accidentally” bump our shoulders
or our fingers
or our knees
or i poke your cheeks
or your arms
or your thighs.
i hate to relate every song about love.
i hate that you became my favorite flower.
i hate that your taking every piece of me
and making it about you.
i hate to still feel your kisses on my neck
or on my back
or on my lips
days after you actually kissed it.
i hate to smell your perfume out of nowhere
cause i know it’s just my head
sabotaging me.
i hate to find your hair strands on my pillow
and remind that you were part of this scenario for one night
and i hate that you seem to fit in it so perfectly.
i hate that i have so vivid in my memories
the face that you make
when i squeeze your waist
and you close your eyes
sighs
and scratch my back.
i hate to enjoy so much
the sounds that you make
when i’m kissing every inch of you.
i just hate everything
cause if i don’t
then i’ll love it
and it’ll be too late to control the damage.