I Forget

Sometimes I like to play pretend

And when I do

I pretend that you are mine

That I am the one that holds your hand

while walking down the hall or across the street

not caring about who saw or what they thought

That I am the one that kisses you

during the mornings and evenings

in front of all your friends

loving the way your lips fit on mine

That I am the one that holds you

whether it be day or night

I will always hold you tight

never wanting to let go

That I am the one who’s hands are on your hips

and yours placed so perfectly around my neck

or with your back pressed up against my chest

and we’ll dance and move to the music

That I am the one looking lovingly at your face

lying right next to mine

as you sleep in my arms

unable to look away from your incredible beauty

…

And somehow I’ll lose myself

while playing pretend

I’ll forget

That you aren't mine

...

It’s him that holds your hand

for everyone to see and acknowledge

Its those very hands that I envy

just because they get to touch you

It’s his lips that you kiss

the same ones that curses have slipped out of

just as much as the loving whispers

he spills into your ears

It’s his arms you’ve been in

the arms that have held you safe

and carried you away

going only God knows where

It’s his hands on your hips

that you allowed him to do

sometimes so incredibly lovingly

others that are aggressive and passionate

It is him who you fall asleep next to

who you see first thing in the morning

and the last thing you see at night

...

But still I will pretend you are mine

never losing the fact that you are his

And somehow I still love you