I'm such an awful person
My first kiss - broke my heart. I had waited to long; Angsting, hoping, only to feel disappointed.
We were still, for so long. Anticipating, the night hiding, Shielding our beating hearts from judgemental onlookers.
I sprang forward, eager; pressing skin to skin. Not lips to lips, no it was nothing like that.
I pulled away, apologized. He just smiled. I tried again. And again. I "kissed" him five times that night.
And when I latter saw him, he was drunk with delerium. And my heart was broken, Dangling from my shredded hope.
My first kiss left me empty.
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