It's rather twisted,

The way I'm watching children play at lovers

As though their very souls would burst

Without this game.

Kisses and caresses blare messages of ownership

To the rest of adolescent society

Until next week, when all falls to bits.

I've never understood the whys of this

Infantile mating ritual

Based on possession and

Shallow passion.

No real intimacy is established,

But God, does this feel good

Tomorrow we'll remember how I hate the way you laugh

And you can't stand my negative attitude.

The drama will ensue.

Tomorrow we'll allow the rest of adolescent society

Front row seats to the demise of our supposed love

But for today, can't you hold me just a little bit tighter?

I don't think everyone can tell that we're dating

By the way I'm only barely pressed right up against you.