I let you go. I'm on my own.
You're all alone, and I know it's my fault.
What is it about you now? I am sitting in my dorm room and you are only across the way but at the same time in another world.
You know I havn't loved you for a long time now&I know deep down you havn't loved me either. I met this boy in my new world he is like me.
Quite reserved, but loud and hyper and out there. There is just so much pain in his eyes when I look at them I want to jump into the deep grey oceans they are and get lost in the comfort and mystery they give.
I told him secrets that you do not quite know. He has told me things about him that he has not told anyone.
Kisses on the nose that ignite my eyes. A kiss on the cheek that makes him blush. A kiss in the forehead that makes my heart skip. Then a kiss of passion that is unlike anyother.
Rigid, heart stopping. He pulls away and apologizes, then kisses me agian. A kiss so good I want to cry. I almost do.
Weeks of passion, of kissing, of secrets. Babies breath and late nights. Drunken whishpers and awkward cuddling. Wrestling and cursing. But behind it all is the raw love that neither of us wants to admit is there.
It's the climb out of bed and out the door to the cold mountain air and to your car. Rushing past the mountains and out of this small valley that holds our hearts, our secrets, and our lives.
Leave this place behind and go to a place where nobody knows our names. Nobody knows that just a few weeks ago we both belonged to others. Away from the incriminating eyes, touch my hand and my heart.
To Boston Harbor under the lights of buildings that are so tall from the ground they look like they would fall over on you. Dark alleys and bright eyes.
Cold air and warm lips. Hold me close because nobody is around. Tell me you care for me and you don't know why. It might be my dark eyes or the way my hair curls, or how my cheeks get rosy when I wake up.
Or is it my passion for truth and honesty. My raw emotion to make everything out in your face, everything known. The way my legs wrap yours and your arms wrap my waist. The collision of two people. The eruption of two beating hearts. What happens when two people become one? They fall hard, and they fight it. The tide is low and Boston smells cold. The moon is higher and the stars are brighter and I am deeper than I've ever been before.