But I sure as hell think
It would taste like this

It would taste like:
Sabrina Carpenter songs at 6am
Wearing heels
Taking an hour to choose an outfit
Putting on makeup
The urge to text you
The urge to kiss you
The urge to hug you from the back
Waking up to the thought of you
Sleeping to the idea of you

I tell myself
"In two weeks,  
I'll get over this"
Because I always do

But until then,
I'll just be this *******-ridden girl
With withdrawal symptoms