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don’t kiss and tell,

meaning
do kiss, go crazy, let passion rule, give in, take out,
meaning

kiss but don’t tell

yet,
the real telling is in the kissing
where your heart gives way,
avalanches into frenzied chain of signal fires,
smoked, clouded eyes, with only one exception made;

the shining, sheer veil see-through when
the other is on the room and the  green spring coverlet felled,
all to see the glow, see all the the blush,
the pretense, aversion skins natural makeup, a liberty beacon

laughing, how it cannot be hid for what’s inside
climbs so fast, blushes blue blood redder, the inside reaction reagent,
the weakening composure, the intense beating from heart to head,
the joyous tearing, the silent swearing, the stupid grinning,
the step skipping, the happy dance springing  spontaneous,
no control, might as well just let it go biology in chemistry class

all these tells that you have kissed beyond reason,
these hidden kisses might as well be on
billboards on the highway into town,
a P.A. announcement in high school,
a hearty button attached to your backpack,
the incessant text checking, all dogs nighttime barking all day

go ahead kiss and tell
go ahead tell and kiss harder,
in the kisses, a million tellings
every body part red swelling,
the tearing of every body part,
concentric circles extended from a pebbled heart

~
9:01am wed Apr 24

P.S. another way of knowing
is the signaling typology of the hugging variety,
which if the hugs maitresse don’t do it herself,
soon enough, I’ll just do myself,
cause how you hug is more than
merely everything, it two comets crashing,
smithereens becoming a new galaxy...
memoona kazmi Mar 25
the night told me,
what the sun couldn't
I feel safe
telling you all o

my
BIGGEST worries,
my                      
      d
      e
      e
      p
      e
      s
     t
secrets,
my
d a r k e s t  memories.

Because I know that you
will love me
no matter what.
Stop .
Stop telling yourself
that you
are bad.
Stop telling yourself
that you will always be
sad.
Stop telling yourself
that you ****.
Stop telling yourself that you
are bad luck.
Just stop.
Start telling yourself
that you are
great.
Start telling yourself
that something great you can create.
Start telling yourself
that you are enough.
This is because
you can
love .
And everyone can love, all you need to do is try.
S O P H I E Jan 27
touch teasing
tongue twisting
taste tempting
tension taming
trick telling
toxic timing
tear tumbling
timid tieing
tranquil tripping
ThatBrokenOne Jan 15
When people ask me how it is going
I'll tell them I am fine

When people ask me what I want to do
I'll tell them I am fine

When people ask me where to go
I'll tell them I am fine

When people ask me what to do
I'll tell them I am fine

When people ask me what I like
I'll tell them I am fine

When people ask witch way to go
I'll tell them I am fine

I'll tell them I am fine
I'll tell them I am a lie
I'll tell them life is a lie
I'll tell them there is nothing to live for
I'll tell them it's all a lie

I'll tell them I am fine
I'll tell them I am lie
I'll tell them I am fine
I'll tell them I am lie
I'll tell them I am fine
I'll tell them I am lie
I'll tell them I am a fine lie
I told two of my friends
They were shocked
They were silent
They didn't know what to say

I told two of my friends
That I want to leave this place
That I want to vanish from the face of the earth
That I want to be gone

I told two of my friends
One called
One texted
Two were out of words

I told two of my friends
They reacted
They said, they didn't want me to be gone
They asked me to stay

I told two of my friends
I was in tears
I was shacking
I was crying rivers

I told two of my friends
They contacted me
They told me to hing in there
They are there for me
Thank you friends. I was a small sentence but a big word to say. It took me weeks to tell, and moments for you to call
You said you still wanted to be friends,
Yet you don't talk.
You said you still wanted to be friends,
Yet you don't say a word.
You said you still wanted to be friends,
Yet I don't hear from you.

When I text you,
You say words back.
When I text you,
You answer them.
When I text you,
I hear from you.
You said you still wanted to be friends.

Yet I don't know what you do.
Yet I don't know where you go.
Yet I don't know who you are.
Yet I don't know you.
You said you still wanted to be friends.

I wonder how you do.
I wonder what you do.
I wonder where you go.
I wonder if you want to speak to me.
I wonder if you lied to me.
You said you still wanted to be friends.

But I don't hear from you,
You don't speak to me,
You don't text me,
You don't call me,
You don't say a word.
And yet you said you still wanted to be friends.
When I broke up with my girlfriend she said she wanted for us to still be friends. But she only replies to texts that I sent her, and I text here only when necessary. But she doesn't text me. So I think that I would have to think that it is her loss and not mine.
ThatBrokenOne Dec 2018
I woke up because of my alarm.
I woke up in my warm bed.

As I was laying there my door opened.
As I was laying there my mom walked in.

She asked me if I am okay.
She asked me why I was so quite.

How could I tell her that I don't want to live.
How could I do that to her a second time.

She was sitting there next to me on my bed.
She was talking to me there on my bed.

And all I could think about was, how do I tell her.
And all I could do was nothing, because I don't want to hurt her.

And as she was talking to me, my bed started to cool down.
And as she was talking to me, I hoped she would stop talking about this.

Because it was hurting me.
Because it was to painful to talk about.

All I want to be was just to be dead.
All I want to be was just to be happy once more.
She came into my room, to talk with me. she noticed that is was being down a lot lately. She wanted to talk with me, but all I could think of, was the avoid the talking with her. because I don't want to talk about it with her. It will only hurt her even more if she knew what was really going on inside of me. How can I tell her, while I know it will tear her apart.
Matteo Palermo Sep 2018
If I told you my secret, would you feel the same?
Would we share the same intimacy?
Is it really a secret when It's begging to be told.
Secrets feel like some type of forbidden mystery.
Trapt away never to be told.
Only those who witnessed it know.
But you witnessed it and still do not.
It won't be my secret forever
It'll soon be yours too.
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