If anyone has a type its you.
Even if its just in the name sake.
I guess I have a type; its you.
and I wish it was my hand youd take.

Something tells me this isnt over,
and something tell me you feel it too.
I have mastered my solitude and
will waste away waiting for you.

Your state has become my home.
It became that the first time I came over,
and maybe thats why I always fled.
It was too real for me to grasp then but
left with nothing but time I know for a fact,
you're my hell yes.

Ive only ever been a call away,
jumping at each phone notification,
praying its you saying youre coming home.
I refuse to end this lifetime not whole,
youre the mate of my soul,
the best line in every poem ive wrote.

Forever yours,
Its Inevitable.