You were always too busy to notice the way I looked at you.
Too busy sending me 11:36 PM texts, knowing I would drop
everything just to be tangled up in your world for a night.
Too busy leaving kisses on my neck like footprints on my heart.
Too busy to ever notice the way strangers looked at us when
we are laughing and dancing together, smiling as if they are
in on a secret that neither of us would like to admit.
Because oh god, when we were together, our souls sure
knew how to dance didn’t they?
But it turns out, the sound of my own heartbeat was the thing
keeping the music alive.
You were always too busy to notice the way I looked at you,
mostly because you were too busy playing games with my
heart to ever notice that all I wanted from you was a piece of