You win me

You win me over every time I see you
I miss you so much, I miss you all the time, even when you’re there
You tell me I’m putting up a wall
And we’re still at the point where the fact that you are hard-headed is extremely charming
and works to my advantage
And you hide little glares that beam on me like I was pig meat
You’re a huge weirdo
I miss you when I’m sleeping next to you in your bed
We’re so scared of each other and have no business being together
Sometimes I see you and you look so blunt
And only later does your face become jovial and keen again
You’re probably working so hard right now
Whoring yourself out
You have no esthetic sense and are a little bit tasteless
You want me to go buy clothes and glasses with you
We’ve come a – relatively – long way
Your parents probably think I don’t know you were an accident

If you outgrow me, I’ll kill you
You have the power to make me feel stupid
I couldn’t define what type had to do with me, and you’re so different from all the types I fathomed were my type, that I think I found what type has to do with me
I miss you in my sleep
and I don’t care if you have morning breath
You’re almost thirty
You like someone shorter, smaller, younger, and less accomplished than you
You are remarkably giving in bed
insomuch that you could scar me for life with pleasure
You treat me like no one has before
It almost makes me feel ashamed
Because it makes me feel like I’m being so greedy and spoiled
Asking you to tie yourself to me and to let me do the same to you
Knowing you, you’d say, But I want to
And we would just be two greedy people feeding off each other’s – delicious – greed