Don't leave me on open ends,
I don't know how to answer this kind of a question.
I don't know what you're looking for.
You crushed me more than anyone ever could and ever will,
I don't know how I let this happen.
I keep filling pages with cliches about our love and how it was real and how it wasn't real and how I've never been so confused in my life.
I was only fourteen, but god I felt you through my ******* body like a symphony written just for me.
All the beats and the drumming and the saxophone swirling up my spine,
You keep playing for me and running back,
Why? Why? Why?
I'm nothing special,
But you said I'm like the tenth dimension,
But what does that even mean?
You hold me like the baby I was when I met you,
When you had a needle in your arm and my tongue in your mouth
And tears on my shirt,
You really ****** me up.
Now you're in town again,
Trying to mend all these loose ends,
So do you wanna see me or not?
Of course you do.
I wanna see you too.