Let's Scratch the Surface Tonight

I laced these shoes tight for a night on the town and my feet felt like blocks skating on a pavement of ice. I stretched down my shirt to get rid of the creases and sat back and wrote names in the steam on the glass. I wish for one night I could empty my head and erase myself from this novel and start a fresh. In hindsight I would've chosen to make the mistake and spill my guts onto your vans in hope that maybe you would feel the same. I could go in the other direction with you and have people talking behind our backs and if the truth had to be known then that's what I wanted. I wanted office chairs spinning and stealing shy glances and pretending for pencils and pens just to see you. I wanted scribbles on post-it's and pinstripe compliments and 'how did it go?, you looked great up there' conversation openers. I wanted cigarette breaks where we stalled over drags just so I could memorise your perfection and take you home whole at night. I wanted whispered phone calls and broken heart confessions and movie script endings where we finally 'were', but I was weakened by being a boy. If it was now, then...