You to Me

I don't know what it is about you, 

but I know it's how you do. 

You look like a mess 

and I'm still obsessed.

I don't need to think because with

you I'm on the brink and if we go

our separate ways, I just know

I'll be extinct. 

You always do things perfectly 

and I'm glad it's just you and me. 

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