Confessional

I was afraid I'd lost you,

to you.

I know everything hinges on this precarious cliff,

your insecurities, and mine.

I just want to forget that for awhile

and lay here next to you

breathing you in.

So let's let the music

sing us into each other.

My head on your chest,

your arms holding me close

Let's pretend the rest of the world

never mattered,

and survive here,

in the moment.

This is what I want.

Late nights playing

jukebox hero,

the music revealing more about us,

than we'd ever let on.

I'm fully aware of the consequences

of allowing myself to let go,

And I can't seem to help it

when I'm with you.

You're so distanced,

so secretive,

but somehow,

we're slowly pulling each other

into orbit.

So let's just lay here,

Watch the smoke from our cigaretts curl itself

upward.

You can lip synch while I sing along

and we can laugh when we get the words wrong.

I'll press my face to your neck,

wrap your arm around me,

and wait for the sun to come up.