I was thinking about you
last night, and I went to sleep
smiling and content.
But I didn’t want to think
about you, not in a way that
could make me feel the way
that I did.
I shouldn’t even be thinking
about you at all; you are a
liar and I am supposed to
hate you.
But since the night that we
kissed, all I can ever think
about are the beautiful lies
that you uttered to me, and
the way that you touched me,
and the way that we held
hands and kissed and talked
and laughed, and all I can
ever think about now is
you.
☪
