Behhh.

I thought you meant it when you said
You'd like me in your New York bed.
I thought you meant it when you read,
"You're my first love, born and bred."

I cried myself to sleep one night
It was this week, you were out of sight.
I cried myself to sleep tonight,
I couldn't move from cumbersome fright.

Your hands move, your fingers shook,
I knew I loved you with a single look.
You can have me like jems for a crook,
I know you can read me like a book.

I clapped my hands you sang your song,
I laughed beside you all night long.
You always thought that I was strong,
I should have known that I was wrong.

-A