Suddenly my eyes are open, everything comes into focus

I haven’t been on you in so, so long WordPress.

Maybe I should start blogging again?

Fuck, between all the college work, trying to blog for Media, drama work, tumblr, band duties, a job, and a girlfriend, as if I’d have any time other than those early morning “i should be asleep” periods.

I just stumbled onto Abbie’s blog, looked at old posts from when we were still at Comprehensive. I kind of miss those days, when I was with Jess the first time, lessons were a piece of piss, money wasn’t exactly an issue like now, things seemed like life and death then, but it was really simple then.

Oh those were the days.

Again

I like your hair.

I like your goofy smile.

I like your teeth.

I like your ears.

And your nose too.

I like the piercings in them both.

I like your waist, and your back.

I like your thighs. And your knees. And your whole body. Even when you don’t. Even when you really don’t.

I like the way you dress. I like the way you wear contrasting colours. I like your cardigans. I like your Docs. I like your shorts. And I like that pair of jeans you’ve had forever.

I like your nails, even when they get long and the claw at my back.

I like your lips. And the words they form. I like your brain, and the thoughts it makes. I like the way you think, and the way you sometimes don’t. I like the way we can just chat shit. But I like the way we don’t have to. I like the way you talk at 3 Am, and the way you listen to the way I talk.

I like your voice at half 6 when we wake up by accident. And the way your eyelids are heavy.

And I like your voice at half 10, when we wake up again.

I like the way you touch my chest, and my neck, absentmindedly. I like the way I touch your hand and fingers intertwine.

I like the way you feel on me.

I like the way I feel with you.

I like you.

And I wonder:

Do you like me?

XX (Work In Progress)

You’ve got me under a hex,
with the way you annexed
my heart my soul my mind
I don’t know how you gonna get me next
kissing necks for the effect
on me, i expect I could check
feel the rhythm of my heartbeat
Or maybe subtle like the way to finish each text
sign it off nice with that cute XX

You tease by getting undressed,
Your intentions are well expressed
by the way your body’s pressed
against mine, i know what you’re thinking.
Nothing too complex
you’re not out to perplex
just stun your subjects
(me) and sign me off with that cute XX

Saturdays Were Made For This

Tell me where do I begin
Holding hands under the sheets
I can feel your skin on my skin
hold our tongues, be discreet.

Could this be a secret
the two of us could keep?
I can feel your permit
we can hold our tongues, be discreet.

Right in this second
there’s nothing but this
no words nor questions
as we lean in to kiss.

I think not a word or question,
just “Saturday’s were made for this”
Oh this silence could deafen
as we lean in to kiss.

I Let Her Go (And Now I’m Paying For It)

“If you don’t want me,
just let me know.
Say how you feel,
and I’ll go.”

If I could go back
and change it all
I would be better
I would give you my all

I could say I’m sorry
until the sun sets
but actions speak louder
I made a mixtape, some cassettes.

“But you don’t want me
You must know
how you feel.
Babe, just let me go.”

I know it’s too late
but I did so wrong
there’s so much we’ve yet to do
I thought we had so long

“But you don’t want me
you need to know
how you feel
you let me go.”

“You let me go.”