obsessed

Late nights in the smoky bars, rollicking crowds and skinny boy bands; I lean against the wall with my beer and see him across the room. The smile lights his face as he sees me and we meet in the middle. He remembers my name; I ask about his album that dropped the day before. He has a new one coming out soon, the man never sleeps.

Our conversation is a mere ripple in the room between the riffs and bass heavy beats. My peacocking goes unnoticed as the singer falls to his knees for the refrain, music is the lifebeat of the night.
Friends come and go flittering through the crowd, hugs and kisses, xoxo, numbers exchanged and promises of parties and movies and nights out by all and sundry. I long for my camera, but it's at home and unreachable.

Show to bar, abandoned with a psychology major, make good my escape, my lover in the inner room, his posse at his side, I settle for a snuck kiss and a whispered promise, although with him I've learnt to accept the kiss and ignore the promise.

Driving home, windows down, music blaring I turn off the radio and put his EP on. Sing to me boy, you'll never hold me in your arms but I'll have you sing me to sleep whether you will or no.

Sweet dreams baby...