No, I’ll never be your first girlfriend
And no, maybe I’ll not want to fold again.
But what was it our tone,
that brought so much pleasance?
We had two separate worlds,
that desperately wanted love
it was not one of our faults,
that neither of us won.

your hands couldn’t reassure me -
cracked and worn down,
hiding the fingernails dirty.

I couldn’t reassure you -
my head splitting in a mile,
knowing it’s not working.

forgive me for how it ended,
you were always in another country.
and it’s still not your fault,
I stayed here worrying.

We transpired prying undone,
both deserving of more
as we see how much we can care
there’s no one that we won’t adore.