Last night,
Before the clock struck twelve
I had an ephinany
Figured I did not want awkward fumblings
In the backseat of your car, or
To wear your ill-fitted promise ring
I think I need more than just words
Or a touch
Cause your hands have begun
To burn holes in the back pockets of my skinny jeans
Why do you love me?
Pinned against the brick wall of our
High school building
I’m trying to feel you
Probe your mind
Steal your thoughts
But I can see into your soul
So I know you do not have
An answer
Did your father teach you to leave bittersweet
Kisses on your crime scene?
I find they linger on my lips
Long after you have gone
I’m contemplating you
Analyzing me
Wondering about us
Cause our relationship is lust on weak morals
Living in my sleep
This teenage dream is a nightmare
There is nothing here
But shy I love you’s, angry text messages
And my things cluttering your locker
Is this really what love is?
Dancing together to a song everyone knows
Woozy when it’s over and your feet are still moving
I’m living in my sleep
Hormonally loving you
Giving myself away and
I barely even know you
This is not a dream but
My teenage nightmare
So I will ask you again
Why do you love me?
I need an answer because the truth is
I realized we will not be young and naïve forever
And at some point we must dare to
Dream of waking
Waking into not another dream but a reality
A relationship that’s one step
Above average teenage love and
An inch away from something breathtaking