I came here without you
so im leaving here alone
im not giving in this time
I wont follow you home

I lost your number on the napkin
that you wiped your lips with
after you took a sip of the vanilla coke
that you said tasted just like shit

I wont ask you for it again
to see your devilish grin
I wont hold your hand
when that song comes on
because all the memories come rushing in
just when I thought they were gone

I want to meet you here
introduce myself like the first time
pay less attention to your words
and more to the signs

I want to follow you home like that night
when I knew I’d follow you just about anywhere
I want to tell you all my problems
And feel the way I felt when I thought you’d care

I want to offer you some vanilla coke
show you I’d give you anything I had
hold the napkin your lips kissed
and wish to be even half as lucky as that

I want to ask for your number
fall in love with your smile
as you write it down with a sharpie
and in return ask for mine

I want to hold your hand
soft and smooth with youth
when that r&b song comes on
thinking everything except the truth

I want to meet you here
introduce myself like the first time
pay less attention to the words
and more to the signs

Wow, that's an amazing poem. I really am touched by that. I really like the metaphor in the poem, great job. I also really really like this one section.

"I want to meet you here
introduce myself like the first time
pay less attention to the words
and more to the signs"

That is some awesome stuff. You did a great job, keep writing!

Thus far one of the most thought-provoking pieces on this site and you haven't posted half as many as most members. I applaud you!