February: Love in The Afternoon

No one gets me like you did

I can’t be me with anyone else

because they are not you

they won’t get it, they won’t get me.        

I can’t make my stupid jokes

the ones you got right away,

because I have to decode it for them,

but you always got them, you always got me.

And in my core, no matter what I do,

I still can’t stop thinking about me and you. 

Why cant we go back to day one?

And start it all over again

Why can’t you come back?

Why am I too proud to ask “how are you?”

even though I’m dying to know the answer.