Missing you already
I hardly know you, I really, truly, hardly do. But I'm falling so hard its not right. Its not right I smell coffee and I think of you, or that I could spend the whole day staring at a frothy tulip that looks like a heart to me on a bed of warm dark brown. Its not right that when I'm scared I talk to you and everything's alright. Its not right that I smile to the stars in the dark when no one can see. Its not right I imagine the days I could have with you— the promises, every word you've said....