Perfect, Babe

"You're perfect, babe."
Clever little lies strung together
To keep me going.
As your fingers twirl through my hair
You kiss my forehead and make me smile.
"You're perfect, babe."
Pointless, meaningless conversations are thrown together
As our hands are intertwined.
Our bodies seem to become one as we're lying there.
Two young adolescents in hopeless, whirlwind love.
"You're perfect, babe."

You toss my hand aside,
And turn your cheek away from mine.
My mind is a helpless mess.
Where did I go wrong?
"I'm over you, babe."
You pick up your sweatshirt and storm out
Faster than the blink of an eye.
Was it something I said?
Tears begin streaming down my face,
My body tensing up with confusion.
"I'm over you, babe."
Those words ringing in my ears
And sting me like a scorpion.
You strung me a long, just like all the others.
I thought I was different, but I was just the same.
The same words you used,
The same compliments,
The same lies.
"I'm over you too, babe."