You make me better my love.

your hand fits mine like a glove.

But if I take it off turn the clock hand and forget.

Ripping out the time in which we met.

I can see a version of myself standing filled with regret.

That time

When if

We had never met

That time

my hands stayed numb without calm hands to squeeze mine.

I continued to lie to myself about destructive habits being fine.

That time whe...