why do I keep coming back here
it's like I miss you
and I want you to miss me,
it's like I crave for your attention
the way you speak about gazing at the stars
or languishing in the airy sea breeze
it's like I wish you would also feel...
that very same way about me,
why is it that when I think of you
I feel as fluttery as white air
like you let loose a thousand butterflies
right into my open stomach
as a joke... without any real care,
why do I want to see you
and long to be held in your arms
even when somewhere in the back of my mind
I know you are just playing along to my obsession
over you and your perfect imperfections,
someone who will listen throughout the depth of night's darkness
to hear your lonely smiling cries,
why do I keep coming back here
it's like I miss you...
and I want you to miss me.