Welcome to my Mind

Her

His mind was a guitar and I wanted to listen to all of its melodies until I realized they were all about her.

Every string he plucked,
Every chord he so gracefully played,
I wanted to hear them all,
Until I realized they were a memory of her.

Every lyric he wrote,
Every word that fell from his soft, angelic lips,
I wanted to adore them all,
Until I realized they were a heartache from her.

Every delicate touch of his hand,
Every giggle that escaped from his dimply smile,
Every wet, smooth kiss that he left on my hot skin,
I wanted to enjoy them all,
Until I realized he was wishing I were her.