disaster in the key of happy

we aren't supposed to be in
love anymore

and when we talk i am
not allowed to stare at your
gorgeous glassy eyes and
when we walk my fingers are
not allowed to fit perfectly between yours and
when we hug it is
not allowed that there be
nospacebetweenus.

i cannot call you
by your nickname or
laugh at your crude jokes or
shift my eyes over to the
room in the back with the
bed behind the locked door.

and when we meet you are
not allowed to pick me
flowers from the garden and
when we dance you are
not allowed to pull me in just a little closer and
when we kiss you are...

well,
we just aren't allowed to do that.

you cannot tell me
all your sweetest secrets or
serenade me with my favorite song or
wrap your jacket
ar[me]ound
when i shiver at the bonfire.

we aren't supposed to be in
love anymore...


but for some reason we still are.