You can tell me you don’t deserve me.
That I’m worth so much more
Than an unfulfilled promise of an indefinite tomorrow.

I could live out one thousand tomorrows with you by my side.

You can insist that you’re not worth it,
But the twin moons in your eyes disagree.
I know how you look at me.
I can see a reflection in myself.

If I could paint,
that brush would sweep across the page
Breathing life into canvas
The crinkle of your eyes
The curve of your lips.

But you better believe that painting
Wouldn’t last any longer
than how long it would take me to forget your face.

You can say that I deserve better,
but I guess I’ll wait forever
Or at least as long as it takes you to come to your senses.