An Antelope With Issues

There is no romance in you
Just cold hard truths
No risks or dares or promises
Just box-ticking stories let loose
There is no taking a leap with you
No gushing message, no midnight wink
There's no attentiveness - you said it yourself
Just a possible problem with drink

I fell into your face, your eyes, your hair
And that was my first mistake
Plunged into your accent without a ripple
Submerged in an imagined lake
I replayed three moments religiously
Your back exposed in my bed
But what do all these words even mean
If I'm not the first thing in your head?