I have never been kissed
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never been kissed

I have never been squeezed
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never been squeezed

I have never had a poem written for me
I should embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never had a poem written for me

I have never had a guy ask me out
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never had a guy ask me out

I have never been asked to hook up
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never been asked to hook up

I have never been told by a boy he loves me romantically
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never been told by a boy he loves me romantically

I have never experienced the above things
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and told by everyone that I'm beautiful
To be whistled at in a city, walking down the street
To be constantly complemented everywhere I go
To have such a 'perfect' body yet nobody to hold it close
But I am not embarrassed
Not really
You see,
I have experienced the above things
With you
you
You and I have done all of these together
In my mind
We are dating and perfectly happy
In my mind
The two of us have kissed
In my mind
You have held me close, not like a best friend but a lover
In my mind
So I guess this is a thank you
For giving me all of these experiences
For unknowingly leading me to hope for us
For truly being the greatest friend I could ever ask for
For showing me what love is

k.m.c

Iced Coffee for Two
it’s more like milk with sugar than coffee, but the ice is a dead giveaway
yet when i drink them, so do you
or rather, i buy one for myself, and you put your distracting lips on my straw
thank you for asking, by the way
it’s not like i would say no- how could i??
how could i ever deny that face of yours anything you ask me for
my love for you is as black and white as my iced coffee and your backpack are
we are not total opposites
on the contrary, our similarities are why we are bestfriends
but you come along, with your smile and those compelling eyes of yours and
you drink my coffee
you smirk and make conversation and i laugh while
you drink my coffee
you talk to your girlfriend
you hold hands on your way to class
while i stand on the sidelines watching
you
drinking my coffee
then she kisses you
tasting my coffee
she drinks my coffee
don’t you understand??
you drink my coffee
i drink my coffee
this is the way it is supposed to be
this is what is right, the way it should go but instead
you drink my coffee
and when your cold, perfect lips meet with hers in what i’m sure is
an electrical kiss, a display of love
she too, drinks my coffee
she tastes the delicious, sweet flavor of my creation
she drinks my coffee
but it was not meant for her
to drink
no, it was meant for me
i bought it so i could drink it
savor it, enjoy it
then share with you and watch
you drink my coffee
don’t you understand??
this is the way it goes, the story of our
iced coffee for two

k.m.c