I didn’t plan to spend so much time,
inside your mind.
Sweet sailor valentine,
dressed up in denim,
and your mother’s money,
precocious brocialist baby boy,
that I just couldn’t resist.
I never meant to mean so much,
just summer love,
or something to study,
but there I was,
traipsing through your mind.
It was just the summer.
My own was somewhere else,
sometimes,
when we kissed,
under sing song stars.
You complained about my expensive and excessive lipgloss,
and I made a mental note,
to punish you forever,
but,
you must understand,
I never meant like this.
I never meant to mean so much,
because I thought we were pretend,
so I was unaware of why you started to cry,
when I called you,
offering homework help,
and liquorice.
It was just liquorice.
I never meant to move in to your mind.
I never meant to mean so much.
You must understand,
I didn’t think I had the right,
but,
still,
I dove inside,
and drove you crazy,
so you say.
I never meant to mean so much.
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