She cannot remember
The number of lips
She has kissed in her lifetime
She is strangely proud of this
Like a kindergartener with a new watercolor
Look at all the fun I've had
Her memories are filled
With smart men
Funny men
And beautifully attractive men
And some not
Wince.
They come and go
She tells herself
Feelings are transient
And love is too much work
And yet
She finds
The more lips she kisses
The more arms that hold her
The more wedding pictures her friends seem to flaunt...
The more that piercing pang,
That warmth in her belly
Wants a man to stay
And yet
She tells herself
That she's not allowed to settle
An old German man told her so
But somehow
It becomes easier and easier
To imagine a future
With the men that she meets
Is it desperation?
Is it desire?
Or is she finally looking in the right places?
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
She cannot remember
The number of lips
She has kissed in her lifetime
She is strangely proud of this
Like a kindergartener with a new watercolor
Look at all the fun I've had
Her memories are filled
With smart men
Funny men
And beautifully attractive men
And some not
Wince.
They come and go
She tells herself
Feelings are transient
And love is too much work
And yet
She finds
The more lips she kisses
The more arms that hold her
The more wedding pictures her friends seem to flaunt...
The more that piercing pang,
That warmth in her belly
Wants a man to stay
And yet
She tells herself
That she's not allowed to settle
An old German man told her so
But somehow
It becomes easier and easier
To imagine a future
With the men that she meets
Is it desperation?
Is it desire?
Or is she finally looking in the right places?