Even from the first moment I met you
I was naive

Naive to think that you felt your heart thud
the way mine nearly burst through the veins trying to hold it together
Naive to think that you’d get nervous enough to tug at your hair or bite the edges of your bitten down nails when you see me
Naive to think that you’d look at me and think about holding my hand and turning over
at night to find the warmth of another body and have it be so unbelievably comforting
the way that I’ve imagined it

Naive enough to think that you wouldn’t turn around and think of another girl, who has eyes that are a color you’d actually want to think about during the day and dream about at night

And whose hands you’d actually want to hold even if they were numb,
even if they were cold

Naive to think that I’d have your thoughts
for even a minute, even a second,
even a moment at all