the night we met

i watch you from miles away, memorising your every imprinted imperfection. i watch as you take his hand, someone you swore you'd never run back to, you swore, but i knew deep down that that poisoned red apple was your unhealthy addiction. and as your eyes made contact with mine, i felt my stomach swirl inside. you knew, you knew not to run back to him. you knew i just wanted you to be mine. please, just take me back to the night we met.