'so you've had your first kiss?'
my first kiss,
i must tell you,
is yet to happen
but nobody knows that;
they all think my lips have been used so often
they cease to be something to be treated with care
my first kiss,
i must tell you,
is yet to happen
and I want my first kiss to be treasured,
not a
drunken pressing of lips
but nobody knows that;
they all think it happened long ago
and I know
if the truth was told
they would treat me as an innocent, as
a child
and part of me wants to lose
myself in the whorls of smoke
and cold beer
'obviously.'
YOU ARE READING
how to stay
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* really just me finding out how to not want to die; but i can call this a collection of poetry that encompasses the struggle of healing, the setbacks and relentlessness of depression and several other mental illnesses. love always.
