we're writing (for) scenes that are too played out.

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i could sit and dwell about things out of my hands and out of my business but dramafree right? you were probably expecting some jealous fit or yelling or something, but this can be the one time i disappoint you compared to all the times you've let me down. i shrug it off with my new face on. it isn't like your the first girl to steal a fuck/friend. but i get to keep the only one i ever wanted.

i don't want the crowded clubs lifestyle, with lipstick kisses to collars meant to be washed off and forgotten after mo(u)rning, with short skirts and an even shorter walk to the nearest couch with "hehe. what was your name?". i don't want those kinds of parties and the wake up alone in a bed full of regrets with your shirt on inside out times. i don't want to see your kisses to strangers and the "this photograph is proof" subjectlines in my email, no more lonely days spent on ringing off the wall phonecalls wondering where/who you are, no more "what ifs" and "when" being more foreign than your neighbor franc that always turns the porchlights off across the street from your house at 3am, no more nights painting the town blue. no more sneaking out/in your window. no more being the doormat you pass over to get to the next boy that'll fill in for the spot i took up in your heart on days like yesterday, tomorrow.

hello days out and nights in, handholding and dates that aren't x'd out on a calander "when will i see you again". answering and not guessing. staying up late just cause. mapping out a future with nothing more than four lips and for hopes. dialtones that make your heart flutter. awkward first kisses. hits not misses. kisses that are always on and lights that are always out. walking in the front door and roses waiting on your windowsill. shyness that's ontime and not on cue, lips perfectly made for mine every night and seeing the same face every morning, a warm body to wake up next to and kiss from ear.. shoulder.. hips to toe. kisses to ears that pick up on every little sound, and kisses over eyes that pick up every little detail. someone to make friendship worship. it's always "when we's" and never "if we's", and it's always nights painting the town red with your wet fingerprints dried from my lips to my zipper. hello to lust that comes after love, and love that lasts after lust. i still remember when you said "then why are you looking for what you already have" and how my heart skipped a beat and landed in love. most of all...

you/we are safe and (se)cure. no more stealing glances like a thief.. taking chances without giving them back. and maybe i take advantage of that by staring too long. but if you wanted the stars i wouldn't rest until i was able to pull every one down and name one after each twinkle in your eyes.. and hope you don't frown when we run out of stars. i just love that spark of light i get to see when all the other lights are out. you have the best smile even better than mine. this is for your memories section, this is for forever. we're kissing our dreams goodbye cause who needs dreams when we have this. we're risking everything and nothing could be more worth it.

i guess my point is, you make me want to fall in love and get stuck - haha.

oh and vote for us on trl, we (and by we i mean "i") want to be number one again. for reals.

truefuckinglove,
Xo petey