But now i can't tell
if you're just my type, or if
the "type" just means you.

her presence was rough
and it left a splinter that
i could not pull out

kept drinking hoping
to find the "i love you too"
after the last shot

she said we had to
go and call it a night but
i didn't want to

wrote about a girl
but fell for her so i just
kept her in my mind

I’m trying
Believe me
I am

But these things, they leak

They leak like the sunlight
through the gaps on my walls
and I can’t help but keep waking up to your warmth
and loving every moment of it

Always,
I wake up alone in bed to the sound of her,
preparing our breakfast.

Always,
I wonder how is she able to pull herself away from sleep,
from the bed, and from me?  

Always,
I get tempted to ask: how come you still love me,
even after everything?

But then, I learn:
That instead of asking for the reason,
I should be proving myself worthy
Always.