(no subject)
You were always cute
but goddamn you got hot
Hot enough to streak the streets white
with sunspots when you walk.
And I'm still obsessed with cowboys and indians
and you bitin your lip when you lose your breath.
I'm not over you yet
I know I will not call
it's this decision I've made.
So I'm up all night chanting, "Vow I can't break"
I might bite my nails so I can't scratch my face.
But I'd still cut my hair if you asked the right way
I'd at least comb it anyway.
You're still on my towels
in my eyerolls and scowls.
And I know what I did and why
but that don't mean I can't regret it
when I'm watching my TV all night.