Mess

Never though it'd end up like this,
It started out as happiness.
But there is a love so vicious it can never be stopped,
never be topped, unable to drop.
We go after it like lions to prey,
fresh as the day, with so much to say.
And me? I'm sitting here waiting to talk,
eager to listen, unable to walk.
His words are so delicious, so nutritious,
I'm a witness.
A witness to the fruits of his mind,
the could-be-one-of-a-kind, he'll take time to unwind.
His words are a spool of thread, wrapped up in my head,
as I lay in my bed.
Three hours is five minutes and I'm saying goodbye,
he keeps me thinking, and I wanna know why.
I love the chase, so run the race,
keep the pace, stay in place.
And when you cross the finish line I'll realize why,
why I feel so high, it's 'cause you're my nice guy.
But I've made myself victim to my heart again,
Pleas, just take us back to start again.
Rewind the days like a VHS,
regress, forget all the rest.
Impossible, it just leads to stress,
What a mess..