Forget It

Grab my hand and kiss my fingers lightly. Lure me in with your boyish grin, but promise me nothing. It's alright, darling, I promised myself the stars. Your tone is interpreted so easily. Every word unsaid falls upon deaf ears, and I try so hard not to care. But all I see is that ubiquitous girl. I just want my moment, my season. Why am I so impatient?