i'm not over you yet
but i'm almost there
so don't you come running back to me
with your soft lips silky hair,
telling me that you're ready to try
don't you dare pluck up the courage to tell me,
in that shaky nervous voice of yours
that you love me.
don't you think it's a little to late for that?
you've kept me waiting for war too long now
and you know what?
i've finally watched that movie we were supposed to watch together.
my one last ******* to love.
because because i'm not over you yet
and if you come running back to me
i'm afraid i never will be.