*It's almost two weeks,
"It feels like two years!"
It feels like
two
minutes.
Maybe it's your ego
Maybe it's my body
Maybe we can forget it
and just
move
on.
"I can live without him,
I don't NEED to be treated
that way."
But I want to wash your hair
And that'd be less awkward
if we were
together.
I want to make your feet better
I want to make you feel better.
I want to bake together,
cookies and treats
I want to bake together,
in the foreign sun's heat.
I want you to learn
How to give me a massage
Because I know
that it'll make YOU feel good
inside.
**** it.
God **** it.
We're meant to be
together.*