Always Thinking Of You.

I've been trying and trying to fill your place.
Short romances make this heart race, but they never survive to see leather and lace.
Fingers trace skin, hands caress, we embrace,
but actions are halted- he's not an ace.
I brace myself for the awkwardness, but I enjoy being chased; only it's not you.
You were a disgrace, so why do I care?
You can't be replaced, you can't be erased.
I'm leaving myself available, just in case. But why?
I see your face, feel your touch and my mind is displaced.
I suppose I need to recall the arms race that occurs everytime we get serious.
In reality, you were more of a "third base" than a "home run".
I guess maybe I'm not over our love.
But neither are you.
You told me, it's true.
Remember when we met up for dinner and couldn't help but review and recall all we'd been through?
I told you about the man I was looking to pursue, and you were jealous..
I dont know if you knew, but when you spoke about your girl, I was jealous, too.
Ah man... Why did we let all of these emotions accrue?
Oh, Mike's* calling, I have to go.
Just know, baby, when I'm with him I'll be thinking of you.


*=Name was changed* haha.

*Amber