I love forehead kisses.
They're pure love,
Kind love.
The first and last person who gave me a forehead kiss ghosted me.
We both knew it would end up like this,
I just realised it after the parking lot,
After the hookup,
After the "you're like a best friend."
He knew what he was doing,
He knew that I love forehead kisses,
He knew I actually liked him,
He knew I'm a hopeless romantic,
He knew it was my first time,
He knew I wouldn't be anyone for him after.
I love forehead kisses.
They're pure love,
Kind love.
I don't care that they ruined me,
I'm still gonna look for them.
YOU ARE READING
THINKING ABOUT ME AT 3 A.M.
Poesíathese poems weren't written to be published. they are really personal and autobiographical, but I wrote them to find some kind of comfort. I thought that maybe I'm not the only one, searching for someone to understand me. So, if you do... I'm sorry...
