heart cooks brain

yes, sometimes I am that girl

drinking expensive beer by herself on a tuesday night

spilling out thoughts that are better kept inside

You don’t understand

I wish I could hold your head to my heartbeat

the thrumming sound it makes when we are near

I will always love you

as a friend or admirer or lover or whatever the fuck we are

I honestly have no clue

and you don’t either

and we will never know

just continue marching on

wishing we were nearer

thinkin’ the good ol’ woulda coulda shoulda been

until there are wrinkles in our flirtatious smiles.