On the 4th day of poetry, Mishy gave to us…
I’m not sure if the alcohol you consumed
Revealed your true feelings for me, or simply assisted you in choosing
To press your lips against mine,
Making those butterflies fly, yet
Dooming my feelings yet again to
Just another boy who
Got what he wanted from me because
In that moment,
He was lonely.
And I was there.
I may not have been the person he thought I was that night but,
He wanted to feel loved, and didn’t care that
In the morning, I’d be stuck on him,
Dreaming of how loved I felt by him.
But he himself would take hours to
Realize exactly what happened.
And to him, it was just another kiss.
I was just another girl.
And while I was happily reliving the moment in my mind he
Was rinsing his mouth and marking a tally for the umpteenth time,
And maybe telling his friends
How bad the kiss was.
How stupid he’d been.
How he hoped that was the last time he’d ever see me again.
And here I am thinking I’m
What a sad
~ written September 19, 2017 at 7:37pm