Is there a hole in your heart?

And on nights like these.
Nights with mocha cups and caffeine spilt on dresses.
Nights with black skies and distorted voices in your head.
Nights with white walls and biting lips.
Licking spoonfuls of Nutella.
Contemplating a sore throat.
Nights when you don't really care.
And nights when you tell yourself "I'll never be the best you'll ever have"
And wishing you could be pretty.
Wishing for perfection.
She's pretty and she's interesting and she's perfect.
Does she hook your heart? But does she have yours?
Knowing you'll wait. I'll wait too.
Then stick another mouthful of Nutella inside.
Sore throat comes in the morning.