dirty bradstreet

homecoming 2013

we were dancing in the back of the room, I laid my head on his shoulder, then I opened my eyes and looked upon his face. when I stood there in his arms if felt kind of odd, but at the same time it felt like I belonged there. when I laid down I was more comfortable than I'd ever been with any other guy. when I looked upon his face, I didn't see the usual half textured face of his, I saw instead his true form. it was as if the marks had been removed from his skin, the strange color had been taken away from his hair, and the sunlight had been stolen from his eyes. he had none of the desirable features yet I still couldn't help but stare at his figure. I wanted to kiss him right then and there but I didn't. I thought the feeling that I had a new boyfriend would soon pass, but it didn't. maybe if he hadn't opened the door for me when I left it would've. but he opened it so now I'm left wanting him more and more each day. he's topped both of my ex's he's the guy I've been waiting for he's a combination of all the guys I've ever liked he's funny, yet serious playful, yet unpredictable, and he plays video games, yet he has other interests. he says he has no manners, but that is surely a lie. if he had no manners, he wouldn't open doors for people, say hello to his friends in the halls at school, or sit at a table with his feet on the ground. a true being without manners would have his feet upon the table, wouldn't hold doors for people, and wouldn't speak to his friends