And I kiss you slowly, trying to see where this could take us.
It’s the beginning of the day of Christmas Eve, and I am writing again.
But I am not painting, because I can only take so much.

So I kiss you quick, before you over think this,
Before I realise I like you too much to play this game.
The New Year will come soon.
It’s about family now, but things will change.

It’s still early and we need practice.
We are inexperienced and young. It’s beautiful but it’s not satisfying.
It’s so pure that we should think about raising our expectations.

Gifts are playing on my mind.
Greed has been playing on my mind. Music has been playing in the background while I wonder
How our kindness and consideration will be judged.
When will we be judged? It is the season to wonder.

I am waiting for a reply,
I am just waiting.
I want you but I know I won’t get you, so I will just wait for the reply.
I will take the pictures, I will take the ones where we look beautiful.
I want to make you regret your decision.

The morning will make this another story to tell.
The side effects will be washed away with a little hydration.
It works while you are young, when the consequences don’t have to be accepted.
But those thoughts in your head, I know I can’t clear them up.
I know I can’t, so I will think about leaving.

I play with words, I will play with touch, with movement and with eye contact.
I will work with whatever happens.
I will make no plans and see how I feel when I see you, but I can’t help but keep looking for you.
I can’t help wanting to see you.
With all that hurts, with all the rumours,
I can’t help but ask if you’re around, if you’re missing something.
But it has to be better this way,
Boredom and lack of alternatives have made me want you too much.
But you are here now, and you presence is all that I can think about.
Welcome to where we come to be wasted and washed away.

You can bring your own alternatives,
I will care, but I won’t let it show.