heartbreak hotel [reopened]

6:26 am

"people write songs about boys like you"

tanned legs tangled together
chapped lips locked in heated kisses in the back of his car.
hands roaming in beat to the music blasting through the sterio

it's romantic they say as the summer heat invades the so large little space between them from the open window

it's romantic they say as their wants and desires over power each others.

it's romantic they try to persaude themselves as their lips become bruised and their lungs catch on fire grasping for oxygen.

and as summer storms send drops of rain through the open window and the thunder drowns out the sterio
they distract themselves with each other's warmth
with each other's body.

as they lose themselves in the depths of the other they can't differentiate the beads of rain on their toned skin from their syrupy sweat and soon even the thunder is replaced by the music the two create.

maybe this love isn't so bad.

but you can't help but wonder
where the giggling pecks went
or the nights spent breaking into your neighbors pool to take a quick dip

where did the chapstick laced kisses go
or the hands sticky with melted ice cream.

as the bird chirps of june are sufficated with august's cicadas the need was replaced with desire.

but is the love so bad?

what about when september rolls around and i'm lonely again?
will i say then that it was worth it to trade the innocence for lust?

if it was for you, my love, it wouldn't be a doubt.

*subtle touches for a bold statement.