Kissing You at Breakfast

I don't know if everything is coming together or falling apart. I spend a lot of time trying to figure this all out, but some things you cannot think your way out of. 

Am I romanticizing you in your underwear yelling at me in the street? That you don't know how to show your love for me to me. Am I sentimentalizing you picking me up and kissing me on the mouth? Saying you'll drive three hours to stay the night, wake up at seven for breakfast.

I am deglamorizing you touching my face? Saying it is impossible to overstep with you. You wanted to be with me in your kitchen, and everything that I said about myself, made you learn something about you.
You said you'd fuck me
if I had a little more time.