It was that quick.
She leaned in and tilted her head to the side,
And we were kissing.
She tasted like cigarettes and Mountain Dew and wine and Chap Stick.
I felt her soft fingers tracing the line of my jaw.
She kissed me for another moment, my mouth straining to stay near hers.
She moved from beneath me, placed her head on my chest, and fell asleep instantly
As she slept, I whispered, "I love you, Alaska Young."
A/N Please don't flag this for copyright. Yes, I know that this is in a published book, but this was written as a blackout poem.
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PoetryPoems written by me in my creative writng class. WARNING: Some of the pieces does refer to self harm/bullying/suicide/death.
