February 29th

An event that requires no description.

Oh, here we go again

 

playin a game

that shouldn't be played

and wandering hands

and slipping clothes.

 

truth or dare

a chicken means strip

oh hun, bad idea

we're both too soon shirtless

 

but then i give up

call it a tie

and we regain clothing

and hide once again

 

oh, i know we don't fit

we're just friends, right?

of course

but your lips are a dream

 

i'm getting flashbacks

last time we hung out alone

and lips touched

and hands wandered

 

but no, we say

that won't happen again

we're just friends, right?

so we watch the TV

 

here we go again

i'm a tiny bit twitchy

because physical attraction

isn't easy to hide

 

and our thing with honesty

gets in my way

cause some things are always

better left unsaid

 

so here we're sitting

on your basement couch

with random thoughts

and shivering skin

 

and then, all of sudden

you shift your body

you mutter something i don't catch

and we kiss.

 

oh, stupid boy

that you would try such a thing

that i want, yes

but that isn't right

 

all goes well

with wandering lips

with necking and such

with my sensitive stomach

 

and your sensitive ears

and my teasing tongue

keeping away

your seeking lips.

 

we sit, then we lay

and then we shift yet again

you're hovering over me

the aggressor for once

 

and then i pull

at the hair on your head

just teasing, just joking

but here come your memories

 

pull away, stupid boy

because it's far too much

you can't handle the fact

that i'm like your ex.

 

we're just friends, right?

of course.

but still i'm unhappy

that i hurt you in such a way

 

you text me the next day

and tell me that a mood ring

called you angsty.

how to reply to that?

 

i giggle and dither

like a typical girl

and end up texting back

so you are finally going through puberty!

 

hooray for teenage angst!

our little joke

that flies because of your

beardless cheeks.

 

why are you angsty, my friend?

do i scare you like i did, once?

do i make you fearful?

do i make you nervous, my friend?

 

oh, i hope so.

Reviews

[OilsandSyntax]

Very nice narrorative. I like the voice, I like the pace. I like the images. Good job. I'm sorry I don't have anything more constructive to say...I like it as-is.