they locked lips as the evening sank further
and further
and further
the sun took one last peek
i stood in shock
and heard the band slow their music
slicing open my heart
pulling its strings
and i am still here
half dead
but wishing someone would also do that to me
or that the moonlight could help me breathe
choose the tongue over comfortability
I wanted to cry
But my throat was dry
I just don’t think I’ll ever be loved
It costs too much
Sorry for sad boy hour lol
3/30/22
edit: i cannot believe this embarrassing not even poem is the most viewed on my profile haha. and i’m 18 now and still never had a kiss yet
