Tuesday

You will return on Tuesday,

Bringing a bag full of chaos as a present for me.

You will invade my space,

Although unintentionally. I’ll force you in to it.

You will stab me with Cupid’s arrow,

But only because I’ll imagine it in your eyes.

You will hold me close to you,

To refrain me from maiming your new girlfriend.

You will talk to me like your lover,

Purely because I misinterpret your words.

You will realize you have missed me,

But only because I am like your annoying little sister.

You will look at me with desire,

As I am eating the last bar of chocolate left in the house.

You will tell me you love me,

Only you won’t actually say it, so I’ll just have to dream.

You will hold me when I cry,

Because friends do that, and you’re just a friend.

You will return on Tuesday.

I think that maybe I should go.