As I drive home from work one day
the radio is playing.
As I drive, I start to think:
this song is really good,
“Centuries are what it meant to me A cemetery where I marry the sea Stranger things could never change my mind I’ve got to take it on the otherside”
wait this song is her favorite one to hear with me
because i sang to her
oh her smile
and the glow in her eye while i sang
she looked speechless
it was perfect,
it was such a surprise to both of us!
and then she and i passed out with my roommate there
he said he thought she and i would make a good couple
and i remember hearing her talk to herself in her sleep
and how she just mumbled math theories under her breath
god she is smart
i remember when her and i first met at the parking lot party
and she told me she was a math person
i remember seeing her and she was approaching me
i remember thinking whats this girl doing
is she really walking to me?
is she really talking to me?
we had passed by a few times
in the library
and exchanged smiles
but i barely knew her name
i hadn’t even stalked her Facebook yet
i asked her to repeat yourself
My Eyes are Closed
but I still smell your perfume.
I open them,
my hair standing up on the back of my neck.
A breeze blows as I sit on the bench.
The smell gets stronger and I look around
Where is she?
Did she come here and not tell me?
Is this a pleasant surprise?
I keep looking
and no you.
I don’t see the pretty face
and the I don’t hear the cute giggle.
As I keep praying I’ll run into you
some weird thought that maybe
you have travelled all the way to Maine
to see me?
yet for some reason I believe.
Then I see her
As I sink lower into my seat
my anxious smile turns into
a disappointed frown.
Only ten more days.
Ten more until I smell your perfume
Ten more until I can see you.
We are friends who…
go on adventures
listen to music
tell each other jokes
call each other “whack”, “goose”, “nut” and other funny names
try new things for us both
teach each other new things
push each other to new limits
pregame together chasing rum with vodka
dance stupidly to songs in crowded parties
struggle through morning hangovers
go to concerts
hang with other friends
like to be busy
make fools out of ourselves in public
make fun of each other endlessly
watch each others sporting events
poke and tickle
snapchat each other just to keep the streak alive
hit the beach on warm days
cuddle on rainy days
text each other almost daily
fight over the dinner bill
fight over the dessert after dinner
travel through traffic and road rage for just hours of visiting time
sing duets (or at least try to)
trust each other with secrets
meet each others families
share clothes (more you wearing my clothes)
sit in a comfortable silence
scream loud and talk over each other
have quality alone time
study each other’s eyes
can spend days with each other
introduce each other to our friends as “Just Friends”
I hope one day I can call you my girlfriend.
i want to wake up next to you and kiss you good morning every morning. i want to eat breakfast with you on an island that only you and me are on. i want to spend the day on the beach and on the ocean and i want to see deeply into your eyes. i want to make love to you under stars and a bright full moon. i want to then lay there on the beach and cuddle and make s’mores and eat them with ice cream. i then want to fall asleep with you tightly holding onto me and then wake up again seeing your beautiful face as i hear the ocean waves crash.
Quiero despertar a tu lado y darte un beso buenos días cada mañana. quiero desayunar contigo en una isla que sólo tú y yo. Quiero pasar el día en la playa y el mar y quiero ver profundamente en sus ojos. Quiero hacer el amor a usted bajo estrellas y una luna llena brillante. Quiero entonces ponen allí en la playa y abrazar y hacer s ‘ Mores y comer con helado. entonces quiero caer dormido con usted sosteniendo firmemente me y luego despertar otra vez viendo su hermoso rostro como oigo el desplome de las ondas de océano.
It’s raining out
Not quite a loud rain
But loud enough where I am relaxed
And I’m in this red bed.
The perfect color
The color of romance
Our favorite color
And I’m in this big bed.
A bed way too big for just me
And I toss and turn
Thinking of where you possibly could be
And I’m in this cold bed.
A bed that needs you to keep me warm
A bed that will be comfy as the rain hits my window
And I’m lonely in this bed.
And I close my eyes and just keep seeing your smile
And your eyes that glow
And I can’t stop thinking of you in this bed.
And I calm as I think of your head resting on my chest
Rising as I breathe in and lowering as I breathe out.
Your hand on my shoulder
And my hands holding tightly to you
And I’m asleep in this bed.
Imagining you were here
To Be In Love Again (Revisited and Revised)
I listen to the same song
Only since it brings smiles to my face.
I see you when I close my eyes.
the way you dance.
“Spin me!” you yell
and I spin you.
I think about the liquor we shared
the drunken steps and adventures
me holding you and you holding me
kisses snuck in between steps.
I think about those nights
when we just laid around
cuddled up talking for hours.
Music playing in the backroom
the room dimly lit.
I think about your face
as I sang to you
how you bit your lip when I looked at you
as you sat there
listening to me
as I try to master each note.
I think about how I got goosebumps when we kissed
and how warm you are in my arms.
Then the song stops.
And I take a deep breath.
And I play it again.