Reid Wells
I don’t love you I adore you I dream of being there for you I can’t help that I don’t miss you my eyes never do
I’ve never believed in superstitions but my head’s full of incorrect definitions all the L-words morphed together X’s and O’s and every other letter of texts I sent and words I said that make me want to curl up dead ‘cause I can’t L-word though I may try
I can’t commit cuz my heart fears that love’s a crime my lactose intolerance extends to butterflies wish my words manifested with more typical conventions I can’t see the same subjective view of the object of your affection if this bus is a portal then let it hit me like the sweet blade of limerence
I don’t love you I adore you I dream of being there for you I can’t help you’re always on my mind muse of my ever-searching eye can’t L-word though I may cry the most I can promise is to learn from his mistakes