Darling, you are the only exception.

N.b. (This is like a footnote but at te top...so a head note?) I wrote this on SWs day and if moved me to read it back again. It's raw. Sorry.

No, I take that last word back. Here you go:

It's only when I speak that I know what is going on in my head.
Isn't it strange?
I have to say it to the world, or to the or out of this world, to realise it.
That's why I've stopped talking about you.
Because if I don't say it, apparently, I don't feel it.

So I'm not gonna say the phrase 'Mr and Mrs [you know what] chilled me.
I'm not gonna say that I realised that's not me. At least, not anymore.
That I thought that was my fate. Destiny. Goal.
That I should have been there, not the empty bed.

I hope you slept well.

If you could see my playlist...

You said move on - where do I go?
I don't know how I can do without.
When I'm with him, I am thinking of you.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in
The way you did before.
How I wish that I was looking into your eyes.
You're my best, so, yes, I do regret.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
For me it happens all the time.
I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.
Please bust through the door and
Take me away.
In your eyes I want to stay.
Keep in love with me or fall back and save me.