I remember the time you kissed me and everyone laughed like it was some joke. The only joke was you. Your manners were absent and all that was present was a ****. You had no common sense or manners. You didn't even know how to respect a girl. But, none of that appealed to you. It was probably because the only thing you liked seeing was your reputation grow.
I remember the time you kissed me and everyone laughed like it was a joke. But it was no joke. It was harassment. You left me with lingering questions of what I did wrong to deserve such cruel treatment. All though, it wasn't my fault at all. But you manipulated me into thinking it was.
I remember the time you kissed me and everyone laughed like it was a joke. The only joke was what people called me after. Because of your vast mouth that told nothing but lies you twisted the story. You bent it into a kind of it's own. People called me a ***** after your gossip. You must of told them I have kissed you. That obviously was not true. Why would I want your crusty lips on mine? The disgusting mouth that was dry, cracked and chafed together too often against my own lips? That was never going to happen. No way... But, of course, non of that appealed to you. Because all you liked seeing was your reputation growing as a ladies man. But, you were no one's man, you were nothing.
I remember the time you kissed me. Because that time you kissed me was when a part of me left. It was a good part too. I was passionate and loving myself confidently. But, that time you kissed me took that away. I was left with depression while the other positive part of me drifted in the wind like debris. That time you kissed me was when I was left with self remorse for this crime I didn't even commit.
I remember that time you kissed me and everyone laughed like it was some joke. But, that time you kissed me, ruined me. But it was alright though. I mean, it was just a joke...