Here’s the thing about us
He likes his coffee black
Hot
with no sugar
I like caramel Macchiatos
Ice cold.
He likes red wine
And I only drink white
I thought he loved me
- But apparently all I did was assume.
He says I sing softer than anyone he’s ever heard.
Yet he dances along to each and every word.
And I know if we had given it a chance.
if he had not been so scared.
He could have loved me right
but we are two wrongs.
And I don’t know if that’s enough for more than a night,
— just between us
I was always willing to put up a fight.