Some Times

Sometimes you kiss someone on Christopher and Gay Street.

Sometimes you watch everyone be happy.

Sometimes you wished your habits would walk away the way that the last boy did.

Sometimes you think you could never be happier than the moment you were in the sun and laughing with friends about the sex appeal of body hair.

Sometimes you call you mom after a bad dream to let her know that things are okay.

Sometimes you text or call at an hour when no one should.

Sometimes you light a smoke when you said you wouldn't.

Sometimes you skip the gym and hit the record store.

Sometimes a phone call makes all the difference.

Sometimes I wished that sometimes were all the time.