The Secret Confessions Of A High School Senior

What We Do Together.

Innocent 

And 

Corrupt.

That's exactly what we are 

At this age. 

We have the best

And the worst

Intentions for each other.

As we lay entwined in my bed

I can hear your heart beat through your chest,

Through your comic book related shirt

And into my listening ear.

Our hands are interlaced,

Playfully biting each others

Hands when the other

Goes to kiss the hand.

Our legs playing pile-up 

My soft legs weaved

With your wookie legs. 

Your head rest against my pillow.

My back relaxed into my bed for I've never

Felt so content.

So loved,

Wanted,

Needed,

Or complete.

Starts off as one story 

Then we tell our best stories.

Jokes come next;

Laughter is always around

With you.

Between squishing my face

And 

Blegh,

My stomach hasn't hurt

From laughing so much

In so long. 

Late at night

When everyone is supposed to be sleeping

You and I are in the 

Kitchen.

Doing what?

The sillyest of things.

Rolled up pajama pant legs

and twisted up t-shirts

Is a very becoming look on you dear.

As is the smile thats caused

By my laughter.

I think our noodles are done.

Sitting at my messy dining room

Table we eat in comfortable silence.

Your eyes wander from mine

To the notebooks, mail, and Harry Potter collector cards 

On the table top.

Once more

We are launched into another story;

Another joke.

More laughter.

More memories being made.

I  love what we do

Together.