the first time I kissed you,
It was frigid and your breaths came out in clouds.
Your hands shook,
But your mouth was warm.

Your words were covered in sugar,
Too sweet to swallow
Too good to pass up.
Your hands were strong enough to carry the world,
But you couldn't get a grip on life.

The words became bitter,
Coming up with the drinks from the night before.
Smelling of regret and bad decisions,
I kissed you one last time.

In the same place our love began,
It died.
Your hands still shook,
But your mouth was finally cold.