I want to be able to turn on my side and look you in the face and whisper, "goodnight." I want to be able to kiss you, right then and there.

I remember the time you told me you bought black lipstick, it was like someone had me upon a torture rack and I missed you like the night misses the sun and I don't care how lame it sounds, the truth is unstoppable.

You seem to know everything. I know you don't let on but truthfully you are far beyond me. You have so much wisdom and you end up teaching me more than I thought existed.

You have problems. You caught the blues. I give you my ear and you give me silence, sad sad silence.

And I know it doesn't seem like it, and I know it seems like I have no reason to, but I love you. I really really do. I see you and you're a mirror. A perfect mirror.