There are times when the clock waltz's faster
And steps on her feet till she can't keep upright.
There are times when the clock stands still
And she looks into the eyes of the one thing she cannot master.

Stop trying to save the girl that isn't worth your pennies.

I don't want to be her background noise
Or the star she forgets to wish upon at night.
I don't want to be the frayed photograph
Left in draws to fad, left out of sight.
I will never be more than what I am
And what I fear is that is never enough.

Isn't it ironic that I need a map
To tell me what I left behind is still right in front of me?

I find myself
Visualizing your glasses
When he removes his.

I imagine his crooked tooth
When I see yours
Impeccably aligned.

I learned a new word today,
Cafuné,
Translates
To the act of tenderly running one's finger through someone's hair.

I grew fond of the act
Long before
Getting hold of the word.

I know not whose I prefer
Now his I adore
But as much as I do yours.

This is a *******
Torn by emotions
We have history, we share chemistry
I love you
Though I love him too
Cannot think of him
Without thinking of you

This is a *******
I have come to loathe
But the truth is
I belong to both.