All I want is you,

I try,

I try to talk to you,

spend time with you,

but it just annoys you,

I don't know what to do anymore.

I text you,

you ask 'what do you want?'

I'm smiling to myself,

remembering,

reminiscing,

the good times.

The times where it was you,

and me,

against the world.

Who would stop us?