i could start this by explaining
that sometimes i forget myself
some days i let the past
catch up with me
some days i feel more broken and damaged
then loving and happy
but those are things you already know

maybe i could begin by recalling
our first kiss
your lips so sweet
your eyes so blue
sparkling like the ocean when the sun hits it just right
your hands pulling me closer against your chest
but is that really the start

i could start by retelling you
the story of the football games
there were two
before the second one finished we were drenched
the cold fall air nipping at our cheeks
we jumped into your dads truck
and you pulled me close
the day i fell asleep on your shoulder
as the heat from the truck ran against our skin
as we shared each others heat
but you probably remember that

i could start by talking about that night
when you kissed my lips
when you tasted like sugar
when i felt like my world was slipping it your hands
when we couldnt even focus on the show
cause the taste of each others lips drove us closer
but you cant forget that night if you wanted too

maybe i could start by talking about
the morning i woke up with a hickey
and spent an hour trying to cover it
the day my step mother asked too many questions and blew my cover
the morning i texted you frantically
covered in an old turtle neck shirt
but i bet u can still feel my panic

but maybe our story starts back in sixth grade
when i first met you
we dated for a week and then i listened to rumors
i broke up with you and when you tried to talk to me
i punched you in the jaw
but secretly i remembered your kindness
and each time i was hurt by someone
i remembered how understanding you were
but back then it was just puppy love

or maybe i should begin with something i realised today
your eyes are blue
there as captivating as the ocean
and they hold just enough mystery to intrigue me
but not enough to leave me in the dark
your honesty makes me feel like i belong
and those deep blue eyes make me feel like i could stay
but i think i already say that to much