Mad at you

I am mad at you
because you are so fucking special
and nothing else will take your place,
because you were so hard to find
and I have found you,
because your lips, they are mine,
you have said that.
Because we walked so fine
before you dropped with those questions,
and broke my heart with your lessons,
and then chose anything but me,
and thought of guarantee,
and left me with the stars
so many lonely nights.
I am mad at you
because you're all I've ever wanted
and nothing else will take your place.