You...
You are my itch to scratch.
You are my obsession.
You are my reason to get ice cream four times a week.
You are my first lust.
You are my favorite.
You are my worst fear.
You are my caffeine.
You are my worst critic.
You are my lost love.
You are my best memory.
You are my clenching fist.
You are my open arms.
You are my captor.
...but you aren't mine.
I love that poem... I don't know why. Maybe cuz I wrote it.
So tomorrow should be a good day. But has the potential to be completely shitty. So that's not promising... but is.
Yeah...