Feb 2014
I've kissed more guys than what I can count on my hands, I could describe them for you, I don't forget goosebumps and fingers on my hip at 3 am.
Flashback:
Hair to my shoulders, and fat on my hips, you looked at me and I forgot how my thighs were pressed too close together and people giggled when I ran. You kissed me and I forgot how to breathe.
Flashback:
Give me a year, I kissed him against the side of his garage, he was too old for me, too cold, his heart was stone and I knew I wanted to be numb, and he grabbed me around the waist and told me to work on it.
Flashback:
You were the brother before my favorite summer, but that's another story to tell. We made a competition of kissing against mall walls and kissing with our eyes open, you weren't anything I wanted but you were warm.
Flashback:
You were the only boy who whispered to me in Spanish, the first guy who cried in front of me and declared I sunken into his veins so far that if I left, his new addictions would drown him and scare his mother. He kissed me like I was his only breath.
Flashback:
You were my favorite summer, I was your challenge and you were my guilty pleasure. I wasn't suppose to be out at 3 am but you kissed me on swings and fogging your backseat became a hobby. We both swore we'd never fall for anyone, but you tripped and fell into me, but I left without a trace, he kissed me like stars had fallen.
Flash forward:
Every guy I had every kissed, was only me feeling them, I never felt for myself. You weren't fireworks, you were stars exploding and creating a new earth. I couldn't compare you to fire because you burned brighter than that, you collected shivers in your fingertips and delivered them to my spine.
Flashback:
Hair to my shoulders, and fat on my hips, you looked at me and I forgot how my thighs were pressed too close together and people giggled when I ran. You kissed me and I forgot how to breathe.
Flashback:
Give me a year, I kissed him against the side of his garage, he was too old for me, too cold, his heart was stone and I knew I wanted to be numb, and he grabbed me around the waist and told me to work on it.
Flashback:
You were the brother before my favorite summer, but that's another story to tell. We made a competition of kissing against mall walls and kissing with our eyes open, you weren't anything I wanted but you were warm.
Flashback:
You were the only boy who whispered to me in Spanish, the first guy who cried in front of me and declared I sunken into his veins so far that if I left, his new addictions would drown him and scare his mother. He kissed me like I was his only breath.
Flashback:
You were my favorite summer, I was your challenge and you were my guilty pleasure. I wasn't suppose to be out at 3 am but you kissed me on swings and fogging your backseat became a hobby. We both swore we'd never fall for anyone, but you tripped and fell into me, but I left without a trace, he kissed me like stars had fallen.
Flash forward:
Every guy I had every kissed, was only me feeling them, I never felt for myself. You weren't fireworks, you were stars exploding and creating a new earth. I couldn't compare you to fire because you burned brighter than that, you collected shivers in your fingertips and delivered them to my spine.
