He bought these sweetart twist things at the movies last night.
He and I sat by each other and laughed at the movie we had to attend,
And I refrained from holding his hand or getting too close.
I thought it was sweet when he offered me a candy.
I took one from the bag, and electricity passed through my body when our fingers touch.
I doubt he noticed.
But, as I took a bite, I felt like I had to puke.
I looked around and wondered what would make me think of you right now.
He looks nor acts nor smells nothing like you.
What was it?
And then it hit me.
In my shaking hands I was holding sweetarts,
Which you absolutely loved.
While they may not have been the regular ones,
They still tasted like them and still somehow reminded me of you.
I tried to keep as calm as possible,
I couldn't let this ruin such a great night that I'd been having.
So, I finished off the candy,
And I made sure to not touch them again.

I wish that I could've shared this view with you.

I never was the best dancer, but with you I felt like I could've been.

That's the scariest thing about love.
When it turns on you like that...
It truly is so frightening.
One day, the same reasons they fell for you
Become the same reasons they start to hate you.
From the way you laugh to the way
You step on their toes when you dance,
To the way you tell jokes.
Or maybe it's the way you wear lipstick,
Or the way your throat makes that noise
When you drink. gulp
I always had the loudest one.
But it's not fair, it's not fair at all.

and it's about that time,
when kisses become not enough
and touching becomes a need
that burns all the way up your throat
and your fingertips yearn to know
the feeling of someone other than yourself.