Portraits of her heart

S T O L E N

Didn't know lips could
Be torn apart till mine were.
Till this day pictures of that event
Remain in the gallery of my
Mind.

Like how my heart was running a marathon
Inside my chest,
How much l felt like being invisible so I wouldn't do it.
It was never a bad thing not to be ready,
If you believe in time.

And that summer I wasn't.
Though I feared you'd give up on me
Or laugh at me for fifteen year old
To be naive in such.
To others it was weird, yet to me it was my pride.

And felt overprotective over loosing it to anyone.
I wanted the right time with the right person.
Was it too much to ask?
But still.

I rose my hands to your neck as you snaked yours on my tiny waist.
I could still imagine your breath fanning
On my face, lips inches
Apart.

Then they finally touched and collided.
I didn't even know
how it all went.
Yet
I followed your pace.

I have never
Had such a regret in my whole seventeen
Years life. Till this day I'll forever remember you of stealing.
my kiss.
My first kiss.