How am I supposed to tell you,
The way that you really make me feel,
When every time I speak to you,
My words all leave my head?
So I guess I’m just going to have to tell you,
When you’re not online,
Exactly the way you make me feel,
When you are.
The way you talk to me,
Like I’m your best friend,
I lose track of time,
But you knew that,
I’m happy you’re here,
But sad I’m not there.
Down becomes up,
Left becomes right,
Out becomes in,
Dark becomes light.
I feel ecstatic,
When we’re at it,
But don’t stop it.
I feel like the strongest person,
The weakest person,
The richest person,
Strong because I know I have your love,
Weak because when I talk to you my defences are down,
Rich because your love should be currency,
Poor because I can never give you enough of mine.
I love you.
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