I never wanted your love babe, not even your hand. Matter of fact, I recall trying to avoid this whole set up of emotions, hearts, and even the friendly chit chat because who knows how friendly it could turn out to be. Yeah, Miss.Can'tEverTextBack had a purpose in life. She was acting smart, instead of seeing what's up with random niggas from the block. The problem was in remembering your face and getting caught up on how lonely nights can bring two people together. I'm always the drunk one in the corner making out though, so what do you have to say for yourself? I was looking for a good time, not a good heart. Last "good" heart I found was full of love for another. But I became obsessed with the idea of her and of course her perfectly pursed lips. They're her trademark in my mind but that's because I've treasured them so much. So anyway, your love was what I never wanted, nor have I asked for. I saw myself wrapped up in the mess of your hair and my lips tangled with yours and that's all I took it for, nothing more. Though part of me wanted to smile cause I've finally got someone to hold me and kiss me without the mess of love and entanglements of feelings, part of me was bitter that we wouldn't ever love like others or spontaneously warm each others' souls with touching hand-to-heart action. I want to make you feel special without all the special attachments, such as these words I write for you. I guess it's too late though, they've been plucked from my brain and perfectly placed on the lines of this paper, and yet not so perfect because who knows if you'll ever see them.