and I've waited three years
for you to
kiss me
like
that

i fall in love with
the boy who picks up
my book in the crowded hallway.
with the girl who
gives me one small smile.
every day, every minute,
there is a new love on my mind.
the love is involintary,
momentary.
you have never
done so much as to give
me the faint idea of your feelings.
one 'hello', one look my way.
5 minute love.
the girl who opened my door
is forgotten the minute
your glance meet mine.
i dream in black and white,
your hazel eyes breaking the color barrier.
i think only in lyrics,
and every thought of you belongs to a love song.
if home is where the heart is,
then your smile is my home.
and if true love was split at creation,
then you are my third and fourth leg.
your eyes stay focused ahead,
but i cannot keep mine off of you.
you radiate 'love me!',
the mating call to a lonesome lover.
a boy tells me he loves me,
i hear it in your voice.
i get my first kiss and i am only
thinking of the curve of your upper lip.
i find someone new every day,
i find a new reason to love you every minute.
unrequited.
keep me in love.
keep you close to me,
all the way across town.
keep you on my mind.
faded.
"i love you,"
and i am awake, brightly printed on my eyelids.
i can feel the words sinking in.
make you want to want me.

I sit by the window
Watching for your lights
When I see them I'm nervous
Butterflies in my stomach
The first words you say when I open the door
Is You smell nice
As we go down the road
You turn on the lights
And take a good long look
I say eyes on the road fool
You say sorry I can't help but look
And I laughed
A few minutes past
I catch you looking again
What are you looking at
My face or my ****
You say honestly a little bit of both
Later that night
You lean in to kiss me
I turn my head your lips touch my cheek
You get this sad look on your face
I say You took it the wrong way
You say I know I'm sorry
What?
I'm sorry I kissed you when you clearly didn't want me too
I wanted you too
It wasn't that
I didn't tell you it was the fact that
Someone else lips has never been on mine
We sat there in front of your house
Talking and talking
You said I would invite you in
But my moms home
I say its okay try to kiss me again
You look a little funny
You hesitate
So I lean in and kiss you
It was just as bad as I predicted
But your lips on mine felt nice
Even if mine didn't know what they were doing

Bloodstained sweatshirt with no recollection of how it got there, or who's it was.
Hands nervous and gentle, assured and rough, sitting terribly low on my hips.
Street lights an unflattering amber on our pale skin, illuminating his eager eyes and my perpetually self-conscious ones.
The sweet scent of teenage boy clung to him in the best possible way.
These are the details of the first time he kissed me, the push of the domino.
Since that night, with the neighbors' swing set alone as a witness and the brave frailty of a fall night's cold, I have been hooked. Trapped, spellbound, moonstruck, indelibly in lust with him.
My back against a concrete wall, hands roaming and tickling the valorous strip of skin that really should be covered by my shirt.
Lips on mine, hip bones digging into mine, hurried and heavenly. This was our last kiss.
It was not tender, like the first one. But I was still too enraptured to worry about a **** thing, and he still had the upper hand.
I do not know if we will get to re-do our last kiss, but god do I hope we do.