I can't remember all the words I wanted to say to you. Every time I see your face, all those things I want to say about how we're bad for each other, and how we really shouldn't be doing this, they all just fade away. And then I'm left just standing there, in front of you, and all I can think of is how right it feels.
I haven't seen you in months, but every time things get difficult, I just want to be wrapped in your arms, with you foul breath ticking my neck, and that smell that is uniquely you wrapped around me. The jumper of yours that I stole doesn't smell like you anymore, but it's all I have and it'll have to do. The music you listened