I kissed you.
I thought it would be like a fairytale.
I made the mistake of believing happy endings were given to people like me.
I didn't know what to expect.
Sparks maybe.
But I got tears.
First kisses are supposed to be awkward yet perfect moments of bliss.
Yet it wasn't.
Because people like me don't deserve happiness.
Everyone tells us that so it must be true.
I can't be happy.
I'm not allowed.
So I am so sorry that I kissed you, but I am really glad you kissed back.
YOU ARE READING
These poems mean nothing.
PoetryThese are just the poems you found in the attic. You think they were from the old owners daughter. Its in a plastic folder labeled "These poems mean nothing." So you open the folder to find out what 'nothing' really means.
