"wake up slow."

I can look at him and smile.
I can kiss him.
I can let him hold me.
I can fall asleep in his arms.
I can pretend it's real.

You'll never see me the way he does.
You'll never know why he thinks I'm perfect.
You'll never say I'm beautiful.
You'll never understand me.
You'll never want me back.

You said you cared.
You said it felt right.
You said I meant something to you.
You said you were happy.
You said a lot of things.

I think he might really mean it.
I think he genuinely likes me.
I think he's nice.
I think he's worth my time.
I think he might actually be good for me, for once.

But still...
there's that voice in the back of my head,
there's your laugh dancing in my heart,
there's a smile in a picture that brightens my day,
there's something missing in my life,
and I realize, he's not you.