#truthordare
My first kiss wasn't special.
Truth or dare with some friends
A dare that led us down a trail in the woods,
Out of sight but not far,
Just enough privacy
To make it count.
He'd done this before.
I Probably should've been nervous
But he was a trusted friend.
I felt no butterflies
Just a quick peck,
chapped, uncertain lips.
"That's it?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
We Headed back together.
Nothing followed us.
No spark. No shift.
No after.
My first kiss wasn't special.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
Let's pull those knees close,
and think of childhood.
We were fragile beings of light.
Now we're heavy black glasshouses
throwing skipping rocks in the dark.
I wish I went to sleep-away camp,
like all the cool kids.
I could skip rocks,
and learn slip knots,
and maybe how to swim.
Sit by campfire
and tell scary stories,
and spill my first kiss
as the truth in a guts game.
"It was third grade.
She was a big black girl-
and we wanted to practice
for our shared boy crush.
Baby tongues danced
and I just liked it more than I should have."
And then someone would
douse the flames
with a bucket of lake water,
to put an end to the horror.
Today she's having a baby,
and we haven't spoken
since grade school.
I wonder if she ever reads my poetry.
The kids would have teased me.
Or perhaps never believe me.
The holes keep getting bigger.
They let the light in from outside.
Let's let our knees go.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC