Poetry Feelings

forty-four

it started out as a crush. you know the kind, where you 'like like' someone. sometimes, if you were lucky, you would get a kiss on the playground. they started out with a sweet, innocent, slightly awkward crush.

playgrounds eventually became basements and games of spin the bottle. they would both hope to land on each other. eventually, they did. that led to a sloppy kiss, not knowing where to place their hands, right in front of everyone. and after that sloppy kiss, they knew they liked each other a lot. not long after that, he asked her out. and soon after they got together, they started to get an understanding of the whole kissing thing.

they figured out where to place their hands. and he would hold her gently, like she was his world, and he didn't want to break her. they began to love each other, and it was gentle, almost artful, like a flower blooming.

and sometime, they got used to each other. and she was still his world. but he realized she was strong. kisses became more passionate. their love became a fire.