He would kiss better
every spot on her body,
promising that it would
make every mark heal

an then tell her that
her mouth was bruised,
so he had excuse to place
one last kiss on her waiting lips.

I feel so fragile all the time.
All it takes is one word misheard
and I shatter like glass;

broken into a thousands pieces
that hurt the people around me
seeing how big a mess I am.

What was meant to be a kiss good night turned into
staying up two hours past our bed time;

I don’t remember much of what was touched
or what was said, but your repetitive drunken whispers

telling me that I was ‘so ******* gorgeous’
will forever be engrained in my mind.

I asked you how I would know
that I was in love with him

and you answered
that I would spend a day

happily apart from him,
but know at it's end

the day would of been
a thousand times better

if I had the chance to spend
a mere second with him.

My dear friend;
I know you didn't mean
to make me cry today,

but what you haven't experienced
is the feeling of your heart
tearing into two

because a friend has
exposed the harsh reality
you don't want to be true.

The feel of your kiss
pressed against my head
was enough
to light a fire
within me.

The flame was so strong
that I'm not sure that
the river in front of us
would of held enough water
to extinguish it.

It calmed momentarily
by me placing a peck
on your cheek but
came into full flame when
your lips finally met mine again.

We both liked art and
you would stare at me like
I was a ******* painting;
I never felt so beautiful.