when he kisses me I sometimes crumble
I love him but not as much as I loved the one before him
when he kisses me it is joy delivered
and sorrow brimming
from the wet kiss
the other never pecked
softly over my lips
when he kisses me I want to forget
the love I held for the one before
When he kisses me it’s like a tectonic
plate of sorrow meets a tectonic plate of joy
and the earth shakes
and I quake
and I crumble, crumble again and again
every time he kisses me I know why earthquakes rumble
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 8:41 AM UTC
when he kisses me I sometimes crumble
I love him but not as much as I loved the one before him
when he kisses me it is joy delivered
and sorrow brimming
from the wet kiss
the other never pecked
softly over my lips
when he kisses me I want to forget
the love I held for the one before
When he kisses me it’s like a tectonic
plate of sorrow meets a tectonic plate of joy
and the earth shakes
and I quake
and I crumble, crumble again and again
every time he kisses me I know why earthquakes rumble
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