#lastkiss
The morning sun was bright
The blue sky
I built my kingdom in one night
The glass can shatter
You understood
But it didn’t matter
My carriage of clouds
As lightly as ever
Drove me around
The confetti were everywhere
The child inside me giggled
I laid myself bare
Then my skin shone
You knew you were the one for me
Your eyes shown
I knew I was the one for you
We created a bubble
And maybe this time
It won’t crumble
You opened the door
I held your hand
And led you to the dance floor
The ball shone
And the light came through
Suddenly you were alone
Now you have the memories
Broken glass
For over centuries
Locked me away in polaroids
My letters hidden inside your books
But nothing filled the void
Now the world is burning down
One last kiss
You hope to see me around.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
cigarettes still taste a little like our last kiss — like it's 5 am again and we were stuck in rusty rooftops, waiting for the break of dawn, or for the other to initiate the kiss. that being said, i always wished that 5 am's lasted longer, and that cigarettes burned longer, and that we kissed longer. but before we knew it, the sun had risen and there we were, ashing our cigarettes on the floor, kissing our last kiss. but here i am, darling — yours for the breaking; my cigarettes, yours for the taking — so kiss me again. break me again. leave me again.
say goodbye to me, darling. say goodbye, just once again.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 8:09 AM UTC
You have to give yourself permission.
You said that once, I remember it clearly.
I remember you saying that. Right in the middle of one of those many episodes I had.
You know,
One of those episodes where I sat at the table.
Shaking my leg,
Hunched over my journal.
You remember the one:
It's that journal I have that looks like an old Islamic prayer book.
Complete with geometric patterns embossed on the front, machine painted, with a lock on its side.
That lock, that doesn't really lock.
It keeps itself shut through intimidation.
You and the book have so much in common: maybe it's your sister.
Or something like your sister. Of the same blood, of the same mother, but maybe of different fathers.
That's not the point though. It doesn't really matter.
But I remember it well.
Even though it never actually happened.
Really, it was just part of a dream. Whether it was a dream I had during the day, or one at night like everyone else has at some point in their lives.
It
Doesn't
Matter.
It's just, I remember it well.
Like it actually happened.
Maybe by thinking about it this way...
It did.
Like telepathic communication, or reading my "energies", or something else that can't be proven beyond a feeling.
Maybe in this dream... You were there.
Not as an extension of my subconscious desire,
but like you were physically there.
My brain interpreting the electrical signals of you being right in front of me.
Kind of like your picture that shows up on my phone when you call.
Existing, but encased in memory, not reaching out.
But really, you couldn't have been there.
You were only present in these dreams.
Comforting me there, taking my hands, speaking softly into my ears.
In real life, I knew that was impossible.
You could see nothing, through my eyes.
You could never be that close for long.
I guess it hurt you in a way, I couldn't see. But,
I wanted you there.
But lets go back. Let's not get discouraged. Let me remember what you said in that dream, where one detail is always left out.
What was it you were saying? It seemed very important.
And I can't help but feel the memory I have, is counterfeit.
Because I'm a man, who questions my motives.
And you being there, seems so clear. Like it had to have happened.
So let's recap: there we were, in the car, staring at the city lights. Scriabin's Piano Sonata 6, blaring through the stereo. This scene always seems to cut out, right at this point. Your hand was gripping my own. Your fingers, lightly caressing my skin. My heart was racing, I looked at your eyes and said: "What's next?"
Your hand reached up, brushed my cheek. Our embrace moving closer and closer. Your hair, resting softly with my fingers moving through.
(End Scene)
What am I giving myself permission for?
(Silence)
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
The last moments of us kissing
It tasted like my first time smoking
The feelings were sad and bitter
The tastes that I refuse to remember
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
"I Love You"s melted
Under my tongue 'til you were
Yet bitter nostalgia,
Yet the feeling of emptiness
Yet the absence of memories
Yet the memories of absence.
Let the shadow of those two petals rest
And rim a mirage over my lips.
Let that serve as a reminder of the venom behind every kiss.
Let me accept the reality that you mean me no good.
That I should’ve stopped when I still could.
Take heed that I want more.
Take to heart I’m too vulnerable to make these kinds of decisions.
Take pity that I’m too submissive to threaten your position.
Take this kiss as a final blow.
As a signature of defeat.
This coup d’etat
The last draw in heat.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
In a piece of paper, my hopes and wishes are written,
Every pain and love, everything I keep hidden.
Placed in a bottle of wine
Together with all the pieces of my shattered heart
I seal this bottle with my soul.
A kiss will guide it to its goal.
In the ocean, my message in the bottle goes,
Hopefully, one day, it will reach you
Maybe my essence will be able to warm your ice cold body.
May you have happiness and peace,
Then I'll be at ease.
Once again, I say my sincere apology
In a parchment, I say it all,
In your hands it may fall.
This message in the bottle that travels the ocean.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
Today you told me it had to end
When I asked why
You said it's the end
Today's the last time
Why?
I start to cry
You say what's wrong with you?
I didn't hurt you did I?
I say no hold me
Don't go
You keep saying I hope I didn't hurt you
With tears in my eyes I reassure you that you didn't
Your shirts drenched in my tears
God I didn't want to hurt you
You didn't I'm ok
Brittany you're crying
I know
You aren't ok
I am
You wipe my tears away
You kiss me
Tears running down my cheeks
I kiss you harder taking it in
I know this is the last time
Your lips meet mine
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
and she talked and talked about him,
with fascination, amusement, joy, pride
and just a bit of longing,
as if he used to hold her hand
and now he doesn't,
as if he left before anyone
said goodbye and had
the chance for one last kiss.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
"He had eyes that could sink a ship, ones you could drown in. And I guess I did.
How easy it was for kissing him to become a suicide mission. I held my breath, and sunk into his skin."
-Kahla Mercadante
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC