This part of me wants to forget you,
But I know I never could.
Is teenage "love" real?
We sat together, against the urge to conform.
Not because we couldn't be bothered:
Because we were in love.
And you cared.
You asked what was wrong, and I said "Nothing,"
But you were the answer.
I was the only one you'd been this close to,
And to throw it away?
You gave me a heart of poetry,
It's building up inside of me,
And it nearly bursts every time you look.
You chose me
Because I stayed calm,
And everyone else was busy.
We talked about nothing,
And said everything that night.
You touched my face,
"In case it spills,"
In case what spills? Your heart?
It just did.
Valentine's day is torture, sweet torture,
You're here, but you're not mine.
You're no one's.
And I'm the lucky one of all of them;
I've got the memories.
And this awful urge to love you.
And love you, I do.