I woke up to a late night text saying you missed my face.
I told you I saw you earlier in class, but you still missed me.
You had a long day, you wanted to cuddle. I laughed and told you
good night. I got a whiny call the next minute after. I
couldn't help giggling, I probably sounded so annoyingly
smitten. I hung up and was there in the next ten minutes or so.
I'm easily persuaded when it's you. I can drop anything
when it's for you. I'm wrapped around your finger,
I'd do anything for you. No lie, I'd do it all if you
need me to. But don't get too cocky, I've got you good
too. I love making you the small spoon because it's
funny, you pretend you're doing it for me, but I know you
like feeling tiny. You're so cozy. You're so cool.
I'd never shower you with this many compliments if I was in
front of you. I'd call you a needy loser, while hugging you
closer. Ah, I hate you.