The Other Guy Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I holding on to you keep like you're mine,
I kiss you like tomorrow will not come,
Oh, head o'er heels I know I sound yet dumb
To deem this soaking bed as if a shrine;
I hold you dear; —Why, nay; I think divine! —
Come drown my sorrow, drive my pain all numb,
Divest your strings and show me how to strum;
Deserted, I but fear how long the line!
I hold you like you're mine, —Oh, yet you're not…—
I court you like there's only you out there,
I fall to pieces when we say goodbye;
Forgive me for I have seem to forgot,
I fell for our brief bittersweet affair,
I must remember I'm the other guy!