25 - this is the chapter I call, "getting back intouch with romance."

coming soon....

Scratch that. 25 - this is the chapter I call, "Lust."

Meeting places all around. Reciting the right lyrics every time.
Plenty of time. Plenty of alcohol. Plenty of energy.
We've talked before.
We both have a system. We both want to figure out the others.
Meeting up. Having drinks and perfect conversations.
You understand enough of me to know I'm fairly intelligent. So we keep drinking.
We don't need to be intelligent any more. We are little more than uncontrolled.

I hope I'm right.

I hope I’m right.

I hope you try to act guarded around him, and I hope you leave all that behind you when I’m around. I hope he see’s a shell of what you could be, and you show me what you are every time. I hope you can’t help but be your self around me, and he doesn’t know how to react to you. I hope you can only see one thing in him, and you can see decades through me. I hope he doesn’t know how to kiss you. I hope he doesn’t know when to touch you. I hope he doesn't know how to touch you.

I hope I’m right.

Now You Know//PELL

I may have made a mistake.

I think I loved you. I think I did. I think I can listen to you every day. I think I could never be mad at your voice. What if your laugh was infections? What if your smile was intoxication? When I held you, I knew exactly the spot I was suppose to. When I kissed you, I knew exactly where to. If you had a problem I would be there.
I think I love you. I think I do.

Shit

This shit makes me dream.
This shit brings imagination.
This shit makes me time travel.
This shit brings me back to you.
This shit takes me back to us.
This shit makes me wonder.
This shit makes me wish.

Wants

I don't want to be your best friend. I don't want simple talks. I want to be envolved with you. I want to be good to you.

Caught

I got caught. Like a rabbit in a snare, I get caught.

Should I say something to you first? We've come this far and still nothing. Or should I let you come to me? I've shown my hand multiple times, wanting to be something.