My Funny Valentine (Cherry Wine)
He's better off not looking in the mirror before leaving his house, it seems like he never does. His hair looks like a lazy Saturday morning hangover, his socks aren't matching, the twinkle that used to be in his eyes has been replaced by a smudge on a windshield that makes it difficult to see what's ahead.
But I drive forward, not knowing whether I'll crash into a rant of curse words and profanity, or end up in a wreckage with all the clothes he never washes because he's afraid they'll shrink.
This is our romance.
And as I glide across the thin ice, he holds onto the railings that surround the rink, afraid to fall. I look at him with disbelief and shake my head, he simply offers a smirk. I skate over and hold him, he's a tower with no solid foundation.
As he shakes, I remain firm.
As his lips tremble, my words caress it into silence.
As his hands shake, mine reach over and provide stability.
He's a walking mess, and I have OCD.
I guess you could call us a perfect fit.
She drives us home because I forgot to bring my gloves again, my fingers shiver at the touch of the car handle. We sit in silence until her careful hand touches the knob of the stereo, and the sound of radio enters the scene.
I can sense the anger coming from her, and sure enough, she bombards me with my insecurities and faults, landmines that I can see but walk towards anyway; here we go again.
I softly laugh and she sighs deeply.
"You're lucky I love you.."
"I know."
This is my battlefield. A war zone of daily discouragement, always being reminded of my flaws as if they were the numbers on the clock, and she were the hands.
At 1 in the afternoon, it's about forgetting to eat lunch.
At midnight, it's about not sleeping early enough because of my 8 am class the next day.
At 10 in the morning, it's about forgetting to drink water before leaving the house.
After all, I don't have a watch.
And also not much of a will to take care of myself either, she did that.
So I'll keep time in my back pocket and my heart on my sleeve. She'll pour the wine and we'll drink until night's end, watching the minutes, the hours, the days move past.
And we'll be moving along with them too.
https://youtu.be/ni9Cp9mOOOg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtRIz7VocNs
AMDG
But I drive forward, not knowing whether I'll crash into a rant of curse words and profanity, or end up in a wreckage with all the clothes he never washes because he's afraid they'll shrink.
This is our romance.
And as I glide across the thin ice, he holds onto the railings that surround the rink, afraid to fall. I look at him with disbelief and shake my head, he simply offers a smirk. I skate over and hold him, he's a tower with no solid foundation.
As he shakes, I remain firm.
As his lips tremble, my words caress it into silence.
As his hands shake, mine reach over and provide stability.
He's a walking mess, and I have OCD.
I guess you could call us a perfect fit.
She drives us home because I forgot to bring my gloves again, my fingers shiver at the touch of the car handle. We sit in silence until her careful hand touches the knob of the stereo, and the sound of radio enters the scene.
I can sense the anger coming from her, and sure enough, she bombards me with my insecurities and faults, landmines that I can see but walk towards anyway; here we go again.
I softly laugh and she sighs deeply.
"You're lucky I love you.."
"I know."
This is my battlefield. A war zone of daily discouragement, always being reminded of my flaws as if they were the numbers on the clock, and she were the hands.
At 1 in the afternoon, it's about forgetting to eat lunch.
At midnight, it's about not sleeping early enough because of my 8 am class the next day.
At 10 in the morning, it's about forgetting to drink water before leaving the house.
After all, I don't have a watch.
And also not much of a will to take care of myself either, she did that.
So I'll keep time in my back pocket and my heart on my sleeve. She'll pour the wine and we'll drink until night's end, watching the minutes, the hours, the days move past.
And we'll be moving along with them too.
https://youtu.be/ni9Cp9mOOOg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtRIz7VocNs
AMDG
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