Young Writers Society

Kissing.
It just happened.
I didn’t mean it to.
You told me you liked me
then my lips were on you.

Kissing.
Wish I could press rewind.
Shouldn’t lead you on.
Just a bit of fun,
I didn’t mean to stay so long.

Kissing.
Until my lips taste of guilt
and our friendship is screwed.
Then I just walk away
leaving you hurt and confused.

Kissing.
Because I’m thinking of the moment
and not of your heart.
You want us to be together
but I’m happy apart.

Kissing.
I knew the talk of spaghetti,
and the strawberry laces we ate,
and mentioning Lady and the Tramp’s Cliché
would be a mistake.

Kissing.
Because I feel like shit
and because you want me
even when nobody else does.
I truly am sorry.

Kissing.

Still kissing.