Taylor Squared

So here I am. It's only 2:12am.

And my pupils? Totally dilated.

They've been like that for a while,

Before midnight. Before I saw you.

Traipsing back to your apartment,

As I stumbled, in arms, to the next bar.

That girl on your arm.

Like me but smaller.

Like me but different.

Do you cook her dinner?

Watch movies together?

Take baths?

Is it the same with every girl?

Or am I different? Am I the girl?

The girl who should have been a mansion.

The girl who should have been a home.

Coming Down

It's 4.15am

And I'm thinking about you.

Naturally.

I threw the flowers away today.

Four weeks later.

How they lasted so long I'll never know.

So I'm thinking about you.

And your smile. And your lame lame jokes.

And how much I cared (in so little time).

And I'm thinking, of course, how you'll never be mine.