you were never supposed to mean a thing to me
you were never supposed to work your way into my life in such an way that rarely a second goes by that i don't think of you.
your eyes.
the taste of your skin between my teeth.
the look in your eye gazing into the distance when your mind is ticking over.
the way your messages are so mixed.
at least you know it works
you don't know how, or why, or what even the use is
but I'm glad you know
im glad its not just me
and even tho you won't sacrifice a thing for me
maybe one day you will realise
i was the best damn thing you'd ever have.
