Chasing Kisses

(Confes)si(o)ns

Do you remember the taste of my lips?

I sat on the cold leather couch near the bar, surrounded by flashing lights, obnoxiously loud music and sweaty bodies driven by lust and liquor.

Sipping on my scotch I looked around trying to find someone who will make me loved for a little while.

And there he is. Standing there with a bottle of beer in his hand, effortlessly leaning against the wall behind him talking to someone.

I wish I could just walk up to him and use the power of seduction so he will be mine, atleast for tonight, but he is not like every other guy. He likes to play games, and he's very choosy about who he plays them with.

I wanted to stay away, but my tipsiness got the better of me, so I did what my naive heart told me to.
I stood up, drunkely and made my way over to him.

"Look whos here" I exclaimed.

I thought maybe he would at least smirk when he saw a familiar face. But the cold look he sent my way made  me think twice.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Just having good time" I smirked at him.

And I waited for him to turn everything against me and tell me how I changed into a bed warmer or an alcoholic maybe a druggie too, just because I am finally having fun.

"I didn't expect to find you in a place like this" he said, sipping his beer and definitely not making eye contact.

It stings you know, loving someone, who just doesn't care. No matter how much he fucks me up I still can't stop wanting him. Thankfully noone knows. I have kind of and image, a reputation or an emotionless creature that doesn't believe in love and completely avoids any attachments.

All for him, anything for him..

My pride and ego got the better of me so like a fucking lady I poured the rest of my drink down my throat and walked away like the sassy bitch I am.

Guess who's the player now.