I love when you grab my hand
When you take me, pull me close
Love when you say that you like me the most
It’s charming, I suppose
Your Canterbury bells laugh
The smoothness of my thighs
I like to keep my body a surprise
Aloe Vera lining the garden
A chimney ridding of our exhaust
With you I won’t dismiss the opportunity cost
In your laugh I get lost
Daisies covering my sheer white dress
Long nails clicking quickly on my phone screen
Sometimes you’re sweet, sometimes you’re mean
Riding downtown, back of your motorcycle
I throw my arms up and embrace the cold wind
I throw my arms up and lose control
Knowing full well you won’t let me
Won’t let me out of your grasp
Sometimes you’re sweet, sometimes you’re mean
On occasion there’s a happy medium, a wavering in-between
But this time you bicker at me like an untamed preteen
Why on the weekends do you get so green
It isn’t fair to me
Your favorite girl
It isn’t what I deserve
I give you the world
It isn’t what I deserve
But I have rose-colored glasses on
I forgive you every time
I want to spend my days
Loving you in the hot sunshine
But I can’t make you mine
I can’t make you mine
But I can’t make you mine
I can’t make you mine