Do you know that song? All of the men singing the same words. Over and over again they say, “She loves me, yeah yeah yeah. She loves me, yeah yeah yeah.”
Where do I find that sort of thing and how do I remember it in all the wrong ways?
To illuminate the soft crease of your lips.
To plunge into your nectar.
To fill the void.
The shadows are on the hazy edge and don’t need to be crept into nor revealed. Let me remember you wrong in all the right ways. She loves me, yeah yeah yeah.
They say all you need is love, but is that really true?
Maybe all you need is a tryst and a poor memory.