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Feb 2015
Technically my first,
But it was only practice
For the boys ahead.

You were just there too.
I didn’t care much for your
Big lips and bad breath.

We were our first loves.
But we were young and naive
and too gullible.

The football player
And the post gothic new girl.
Such an odd couple.

I could never tell
If we were in love or just
infatuated.

You played piano
Better than you played my lips.
Had to end it soon.

Oh god, I loved you.
Almost more than my sadness.
But only almost.

I almost liked you,
But then I noticed your gaze
Never left my chest.

It was a bad time
In my life and you were just
Another mistake.

Twenty years apart
And not to mention, my boss.
What were we thinking?

You were a freshman
And I was bored at the time.
I know it hurt you.

You ****** my sister
And gave me a drunken kiss.
You’re just pathetic.

Loved me since eighth grade,
But I always turned you down.
Our kiss felt empty.

I didn’t know you.
All I knew is that you were
Higher than a kite.

You wanted much more,
But I felt nothing towards you.
Just one more let down.

You had a girlfriend,
But it was late and you just
Got me with that kiss.

I should have listened.
You were just a drug addict
Looking for your fix.

We were more than drunk.
I tried to say no, but you
Just kept saying yes.
Whispering Willow
Written by
Whispering Willow  San Marcos
(San Marcos)   
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