Oh it's just the little things
the way she hummed
and the way he sings
the warm tea
that tickles my nose
the wet dog tongue
that tickles my toes
that look you throw across the hall
that gut wrenching feeling
when you fall
the warm breeze
that envelops the night
the millions of stars
that twinkle bright
the moment at the top of a slide
the feeling that follows
a really good cry
the kind of laughter
that makes you hurt
the comfort you get
from that old ugly shirt
the moments you forget to count
that all add up
to
being
   happy

So you see
time has played a trick on me
and I am made the fool
That dances just as strings would command
oblivious to the big grand plan
that constructs my destiny
It's gone so fast
moments dashed past
and I'm alone in dust
That stains my clothes
smells of woes
and leaves me rather lost
In the big blue world
strange secrets unfurled
and I am none the wiser
Of all the things yet to come
and all fun
I've yet to enjoy
But the hardest bit is
I don't know what I think of this
And the thing that gets me
the thing I can not see
is right there, in front of me

silly girl,
*open your eyes

This feeling flows
like an unobstructed stream
starting deep in my heart
and bubbling out
to my extremities
happiness
in it's purest form
saturates our words and laughter
and soon the room is soaking wet
as we dance and sing
taking hold of our youth
and our freedom
we are
loud
rowdy
drunk on
our love
and wine
we are
infinite
and in these moments
I am
complete
content
*alive

Music thumps
bass booming through your feet
into your heart
and out to your fingers
that grip your flimsy red cup
filled to the brim with froth
like the room
filled with people
and lots of air
that's filled with sweat and voices
that smell like the alcohol
that no longer sits in the bottles and cans
you see covering every surface
you walk from group to group
taking and adding to each conversation
that passes through your clouding mind
that is still watching
that girl flip her hair
as she talks to the boy
that has his hand
on the *** of another girl
who's laughing with the people
she would never talk to
if she wasn't holding
that cup
that matches yours
and his
and hers
and theirs
that slosh over a little when they
dance all close and grimy
because our culture promotes
flippancy
which feels a lot like
fun
and you're not quite sure
how you've noticed that
everyone is leveled
because they're so
high on life and love
and drinks and drugs
and it doesn't quite make sense
but you come to the conclusion
in your mildly impaired state
that all that stuff in movies
isn't all that fake
No, it's just High School

I think you should know
I stood out there, in the snow
and watched you walk away

it wasn't sad,
only too bad
because I wasn't finished

wasn't finished kissing you
and goofing off, like we do
there aren't enough hours

the way you make me feel
is so **** good, it can't be real
but believe me, I was there

I was there
when you touched my hair
and whispered away my worries

I was there
when you proved you care
in all those little ways

I was there
and it's not fair
that you won't be,
in a few months time

Don't leave.