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Ali Revell Aug 2011
I'm never going to find someone like him,
or someone who I'll event want to be him

(We met by chance)

Was it fate?
Was god looking down saying, "I know she isn't that stupid, she won't give it away"

(I wasn't wearing my miraculous medal)

Conversation flowed as the sea stretched on as far as the eye could see

(I saw you, could you see me?)

Your body on top of mine,
skin touching skin as we endlessly kissed the under the clean sheets.
My hands grazing your back, as our eyes meet.

Your eyes squinted, but you're smiling.
Out of lust?

(My heart screams, praying it was love)

You look into my eyes

(Guys like it when you look at them)
(I'm not good enough to be looked at)

You finish, and it's over before I realize it's happening.

(20 minutes, my mom could have walked in)

You're still inside me,
and now you're kissing me again.
Less urgency, or maybe more?

It's so hard to explain,
thinking about it makes me want it again.
Not the ***, the end.
The kiss.

I (think, hope, pray) that kiss was love

Maybe that's why thinking of it makes me heart stop and I can't fully grasp it.

"Be secure, am I saying that right?"
You weren't, not really.
But really anything you say is right,
it always will be.

And that scares me more than anything.
Ali Revell Jun 2011
Who decides what's right and wrong,
and why do certain morals make people 'good'?

Up the stairs,down the stairs
on your knees, against the wall
Back of the car, in the closet

Am I still there?
Do I leave pieces of myself?

Or do I gain something,
molding and growing into something changed and new.

Not good.
Just new.

— The End —