I want to be kissed.
Not by a stranger.
I want to press my lips against yours,
And place my hands behind the bend of your neck.
I want to feel you pull my bottom lip in slightly.
I want to pull apart and lean my forehead against yours.
I want you to tell me I did a good job.
I want to look into your eyes and believe it.

I want to tease you about that God awful hat,
And tell you that you can't steal a kiss unless you take it off.
I want to see the smile escape your lips as you get playful.
I want to fill the presence of your giant hand enclosing my small one.
I want to have meaningless conversations in my truck late at night.
I want to drive to your house and hear your dad tell you that you messed up,
That you shouldn't have left me,
That I was the right girl.
I want you to agree with him.
And I want you to mean it.

I want longer than what I got with you.
I wish that I could go back in time and stop myself from stepping back for her.
I thought you'd be happy then.
I thought that was all I needed.
I wish I could find comfort without you here.
I wish I could find comfort in myself.
I wish I could forget about the lists,
Of things you wanted,
And if the things you wanted for us.

I pace the room and get no answers.
Every message I type,
I erase.
Every call I dial,
I hang up.
Every comment I want to say,
I keep inside.
Because you don't feel the same.
I'm not what you wanted...

I just want to kiss you until my lips fall off,
And have you look at me the way you look at any other girl.