Short, Pressed

It's in the way he speaks to me

So calm. Like it's rehearsed.

Romanticize each syllable

"what we have, for me's a first"

He's so young in nature

But he's much older than me

He tells me that he likes my hands

with his rested on my knees

I probably knew better

I know I didn't see a ring

Would that have even mattered?

Would it have changed a single thing?

I wanted him so badly

More than anyone before

I know I said that last time

But this time I was sure

Stupid girl, don't waste your energy

On making him feels seen

You can love him hard as ever

And it still won't mean a thing

"There's just no one quite like you, kid

Maybe we could make this work"

Buckle up, sweet angel girl-

This one's gonna hurt

For whiskey softens hardened men

But only in the night.

You'll never see that side of him

For the rest of his fucking life.