I sat in the corner of your couch, watching you play beautiful music so passionately, staring at you so intensely, your passion lit my heart on fire.
Staring deeply in your eyes
Our warm, soft lips touch,
and our tongues find each other,
while I run my fingers through your hair.
You whisper into my ear,
how I smell and kiss so good.
While I nibble your ear,
feeling your body movement with my hands.
My breathing gets more intense,
as the spark that is between us,
is only getting bigger through this moment of passion,
The longing for more is bigger than us two.
You ask me to stay.
To think about a question like that
while we both know that thinking is not a thing to do right now.
So I let you take me away, into that other world.
That night we had a phonecall for four hours straight,
We talked, we laughed, we flirted,
it was a Saturdaynight, and though I was sober,
you definitely weren’t.
If you’d be sober too, I know we would not talk like this,
you would be silent,
you would not dare to say anything much,
are you not comfortable or not interested?
I caught myself looking it up on google,
why does he only reach out to me when he’s drunk?
Are you afraid of me when you are sober,
or are you simply just not that into me?
I don’t know what to do about this shit,
I was supposed to just have you make me feel good,
Good about myself again, after a hurtful relationship,
You weren’t supposed to fix me, just make me feel a woman again.
In some sense you could not have me feel any more like a woman though,
I am sitting here, being in love,
like some kind of crazy teenager.
It is driving me nuts.
I don’t want to be like this,
I don’t want to be rejected,
that was exactly the point,
to get out of that sad and lonely feeling.
I am running from myself,
and I was counting on you.
I need you to keep me sane,
but yet you are the one making me lose it all.
We were sitting on your couch
talking like we always would.
But somehow there were more pauses.
As if we knew what was coming, dude.
As we were surrounded by guitars,
I asked you to play me something,
little did I know,
that would make things turn into more than just a fling.
As soon as you grabbed the guitar,
held it in your arms so lovingly man,
your fingers automatically found their way,
and I fell in love with you, right there and then.
I was listening to the beautiful tune you played,
while shamelessly watching your gorgeous face,
For one second I forgot about all my issues,
That hadn’t happened in so many days.
Now I am struggling to the max,
as I need to forget about you.
Sometimes my heart still wanders off,
cause my mind can’t always come through.
This love should be stopped,
as it will make none of us better,
But the feelings are so strong,
my heart, sometimes I just let her.
I fantasize back to that evening,
just sitting there, knowing something was up,
but in my heart I know you don’t feel the same way,
so I do almost everything to make my heart stop.
I love how you take me away
even if it is for just five seconds,
not thinking about anything,
making me feel like everythings okay.
A guy with a single tattoo
placed on his underarm.
I did not expect I would find it
one of the sexiest things I ever saw.
As I was looking at your books,
knives stuck into them,
I realised how dangerous this was,
the knives did not frighten me though, it was me.
I can’t decide if my heart is just too open,
or if you are just so special
that you broke into me,
sweeping me away with your charm.
I feel a deep connection,
but what if it’s not there?
Can love be real,
if it is just one person feeling it?
I have tried so hard not to fall for it,
To just be strong and move on,
but that moment I saw you play some old song I never heard before,
I realised I was in way too deep.
Sitting here on this couch,
way too big for just me.
Thinking about that night,
and how it all could be.
My thoughts are not with the movie I’m watching,
I can’t keep them from going places they shouldn’t,
Cause being in love is not okay,
You were just a friend.
It is so nice to think about it though,
As you are the person I truly miss,
When I close my eyes my mind goes over,
that special connection, that amazing kiss.
I long for your lips on mine,
But I’m afraid that might not happen again,
I want to run my fingers through your hair,
and playfully bite your lip, man.
Push me up against you,
take my head in your capable hands,
cause these feelings aren’t going away,
as we should be so much more than just friends.
“Oh, fuck” you said, just after I took my clothes off,
I felt so bad about myself, so insecure,
but by just cursing, you made me so comfortable.
As if it was some kind of cure.
I think back to that evening a lot.
We weren’t even drunk, pretty sober actually,
And we both knew it was going to happen,
I loved every minute of it, seriously.
The way you were looking at me,
the way our bedroom eyes met,
It was like electricity,
and I never expected that.
We are so compatible,
when it comes to the physical stuff,
I don’t want to think about where this is heading towards,
as the brain compatibility might be tough.
I just want to think back to that evening,
longing for you again and again,
No matter what will happen to us,
You will always be an amazing man.
3.5 years in the making, making love to those sweet sounds of Frank Ocean, though we both weren’t even listening.
If you love something,
let it go,
and if it comes back to you,
It’s something people always say,
and quote, being all smart,
but the fact of the matter is,
that is simply not how it works when it comes to the heart.
If you truly love,
the thought of letting go is true horror,
plus, why would you go through the moarning,
what is that supposed to be used for?
If you truly love something,
do anything you want.
Don’t tempt yourself into playing games,
or to test someone, it’s not true.
Just love, and love as hard as you can,
Especially if the feeling is so strong, man.
Cupid please stop fucking with my head
pouring thoughts in it that drive me mad.
you shouldn’t want something that’s already dead.
you making me feel this way only makes me sad.
love is supposed to be beautiful man,
it is more than just: oh that body, oh damn.
I am doing anything I can,
to stop this crazy love, cause I’m not a fan.
you make me do things I really shouldn’t
you make me feel things I normally wouldn’t
and it’s just waiting for this guy to say he couldn’t
for my heart to be ruined.