I don't know how I did it but I did it all wrong.
You were my incorrect lover, yet I was your definition of love.
I wasted your time trying to figure out if I was in love or not.
I was never confused, I didn't even drag you along.
I
Was  
So
Focused
But
Your
Hands.
It's your touch that made everything feel like home.
The passion I experienced through them made me overstay my welcome in your arms.
I was never emotionally there
But physically you flipped switches I never knew could be turned on.