Baby, Your Mouth Is Like A Ghost

It's the complications I love.

(I know you want me to want you)

I hope you know you're driving me crazy. I'm growing more anxious by the second. The unknown really is frightening. It's probably my fault. I apologize for always assuming the worst. It's just that when you think the worst, the reality of the situation doesn't seem so bad. You've got the cold war re-enacting itself in the pit of my stomach. It's the tension. I have to say, I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I hope I'm not being too hasty, but it only takes a second to dial my number. A second of your time is all I ask for.


I sit here and wonder if you will ever understand just how much of me belongs to you.


I've never really been one for having a loss of words, so I guess you could call this a first. I'm afraid of opening my mouth, and definitely afraid of keeping it shut. What is a girl supposed to do? And truthfully, I'm trying to write a witty secret message, perhaps it's already been unfolded though?


I don't want to be forgotten. I want to be sitting front and center in your mind. Pick me up,
Read me every now and then,
I won’t disappoint.
*I am* witty and engaging so bless me with attention, because I’m *dying* for attention *without* any means of telling *you*. But with every means of showing you.


I want to get out of my own head, and into yours.