You’re just a teen.
You must have fun.
I party after my exams.
And there trouble find itself
A new, exiting feeling
I found out I can kiss a stranger in a bathroom

And while pinned against that wall
I forget what waits for me at home
My boyfriend of three years
Would I be kissing someone else if I felt love for him?
Would I look at every other boy and try to act attractive?

A cheater is a liar. I guess I am a liar.
But when texting him “I don’t love you”,
I didn’t lie. I didn’t hesitate. I knew that I was doing right.

Three nights would pass and memories of him would flood my head, him kissing me. Me cherishing existence. I wonder late at night “Was it all love or boredom of existence?”

When it’s pouring outside,
rain disturbing windows–

When afar,
my mind is restless;
sleepless and insane.

I proceed to scream your name
like a sinner prayer.
Sunrise comes–
and still,
you are not near.

I remember our time,
vivid picture on my mind;
In one man bed,
we lay squished together.

Young and naked, naked souls,
we enjoy
our time together.
Oh I wish we had forever…

Your gentle touch all over me,
your eyes as well,
as we become together.

You roughly fill me with your love,
not worrying about the sleeping neighbours.

You brush my golden hair,
slowly after,
before we head back to the bed.

I fall asleep,
mind blank,
because I’m by
your side,
and nothing else compares.