i want him so bad and i know he won't call me.

or text me.

or anything me.

it was physics and chemistry and loudmusic and strobelights, too many people, a half finished drink; a heartstopping smile and one lost cause. it was momentary and physical and gone with the morning. it was too much for me and nothing for you ( i can't help addressing this to an imaginary you)

if i was young and stupidly idealistic; if i didn't know what i do now i'd say: i'd do anything to wake up and see that face every morning; to fall asleep in your arms; to kiss you again.

but i'm not, and i do. it was a good night, now please let me get over it. please.