Whiskey weekends,
I promise im saved,
Round two,
Hands in the air,
Or on me,
Sweat dripping,
From lust filled minds,
Dance dance dance,
We laughed,
Over the glamorous house party lights,
He said im gonna get you so drunk,
You won't remeber what you said,
I said lets gooooooooo,
It's not beds,
It's walls and couched,
Keep it classy,
I'm too assy,
He said,
So many things,
As the clothes,
Dipped off the skin,
Saturated telephone poles,
In my drunken daze,
I looked up,
Whispering,
I promise I'm saved.

A boy, a smile, a thought.

Your sweet words electrocute my walls that hide how weird I am. Leaving me babbling and embarrassing myself.

A text, a joke, a laugh

Your humour and smart-assy retorts I’ll ask what your doing right now and you will explain in detail how you are sitting and whether or not it’s comfy.

Eye contact, funny face, shaking head

Oh sweet boy you don’t yet understand the game. I stick my tongue out at you and you are supposed to copy. But instead you smile and laugh and look away.

I worry I may be a troll
Some kind of smart assy funny web bot
For when social "friends" get on a roll
I fire back when I probably should not
See, though I'm a fighter
and will pull an all nighter
I'm sure my points will never be got

On her diary
He was the knight in armour
Her blushy cheeks as she wrote him
Spoke it all
Ear to ear grin

They never knew on bad days she wrote it on rainy day
Days when, he had a peck with her assy neighbor
He wrote romantic poem on her p😮‍💨
Only diary cried😂