Your current addiction and the drama.
You cannot stop obsessed about it.
And there’s a whole song about falling in love with a total stranger.

I don’t think I can understand that feeling.

But there you are, telling me stories about friends you’ve never met before.
Calling them by nicknames.
Telling daily jokes and congratulating them on milestone moments.
On text.
Via cable.

I don’t think I can understand that feeling.

I ordered the cheapest coffee on the menu.
Although I don’t drink coffee and don’t know what to expect.
I don’t understand the temperature degree nor thinking the leaves on the cup look nice.
I just thought I need to order something to avoid the awkwardness and nothingness in the air.
You look nice, with the ponytail and the mustard sweater.
Someone must be pulling you off from a fashion magazine.
Although I don’t read that either.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.
Although I will pay for your overpriced apple pie and whatever latte you choose before.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.
You have that look since we got here and my heart, kind of, flutters.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.
But I need to empty this cup hurriedly.
I need to get your friend’s number and I’m afraid that I’m going to fall for you the more seconds I sit in front of you.
Intriguingly looking at your freckles and how you bite your nails.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.
Although you do look so nice today.
Intriguingly attractive.
Curiously interesting.

That’s it, I really need to go now.

You walk high with the sparkles.
Red lips, high bun.
Yet, you breathe differently.
Hating tears, hiding in the black dress.

Waiting passionately,
until the light turns off,
until the sound fades away.

Tonight,
though I don’t know you, it’s alright. I will hold you.
Tonight,
between the neon lights and the drinks.
Tonight,
in the sea of standing people.
Tonight,
take the microphone.
Tonight,
you have the right to cry.
Why do we care what people say anyway.

Cold floor with warm soup noodles.

Loud talks and noisy television.

Rusty knobs.

Peeled off walls.

Red sweater.

Slow internet connection.

Salty beef stew.

It’s warm

and safe.

Here,

home.