In that kiss
It’s as if when we shared our first kiss, you sucked a part of me out into the still cold night, and the sharp air swallowed it into their oceans. It floats further and further away from me.
In that kiss, I buried myself into a trap, to keep me from pulling away. That kiss belongs in a box, locked away from any trace of sense or sanity.
In that kiss, I lost myself. I lost myself in the motion of our body’s tremors, as they hardened against one another's, and melted into our own.
In that kiss, belongs a part of me you stole, the part that kept me from falling. You squeezed yourself into me, and released your poison. Which both stained and scarred me.
In that kiss, I fell. Deeper than I ever imagined possible, but higher than I ever dreamed of.
In that kiss, remains the lust we once shared, the passion I once had for you. That kiss held the key to my future, the opening of my regrets. After that kiss, there was mo more breaths across my skin, no more breathing of air.
In that kiss remains the truth. Wherever that first kiss went, it never came back. Wherever the truth is, I never want to know it.
In that kiss, remains me. The me you fell in love with. The me I once loved. The me you stole.
In that kiss. There is a secret. A secret that has marked my lips.
In that kiss, there much more than just a kiss.
