Kiss Someone

"Tell me...What's it like to kiss someone?"

 

Depends on who you kiss and what they mean to you. Sometimes. It's passion and lust and you want more and there's only that in your mind. Sometimes it's soft and sweet. Sometimes it's a sneaky one, forbidden but enjoyed. Sometimes it is out of obligation and it's numb. Sometimes it's forced upon you and you can't pull away because you are kept there. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes they hurt but what can you do? Because you're stuck there and they won't let you go. So you cry. You cry because it isn't right and it makes you feel dirty and used and worthless. Sometimes it doesn't feel genuine. Like you are a trophy to them. But sometimes it's timid. Its cautious. Scary and exciting at once. Because what will become of it? People can say it's those kinds, one of a love just beginning that are the best... But I think it's the ones that are warm and comforting and familiar that are. Ones that are almost like an old friend. Comfy. Warm. Loving. You don't have to question what it means. Kissing someone I think is more than purely physical. It's is so much more.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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