Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Confession

I have a bit of a confession.

You know how I'm terrified of kissing? Yeah, I really am. Like it freaks me out a lot.

But I really miss it sometimes.

Even though the one person I've really kissed turned out to be a jerk and a player, it doesn't take away from the fact that for that moment I was the most important thing in his life. And I really miss that.

And I don't just want to kiss anyone. Not just a stage kiss, and not just a "one time" thing, either.

I want someone that I love to hold me and cherish me, and that is what kissing is to me. It's saying to that person that you wouldn't rather be anywhere else but there in their arms.

And I don't just want a quick peck on the lips either. I want a real kiss. One that is soft and lingers. One that is filled with passion and love, not just lust and desire.

I want someone to kiss me cause they think it's cute that I blush through my pale skin.
I want someone to kiss me when I'm in the middle of ranting about my day cause they can't wait to show me they still love me.
I want someone to kiss me cause they can't stand it when I say I don't think I'm pretty and they can't wait to show me they think I'm beautiful.
I want someone to kiss me because they don't ever want me to hide my smile when I laugh ever again.
I want someone to kiss me when I'm smiling because they love it more than I ever will.
I want someone to just grab me and kiss me because they love me so much they would burst if they didn't.

Every time I have another stage kiss or loose hope with another boy I just keep remembering that I'm no where near my happily ever after. Then I loose faith that it'll ever happen and I just end up crying because I'm so lost.

I just need a prince to come and kiss me awake. I just hope I'm not cursed to sleep forever.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

I promised

I promised.

I promised myself I wouldn't fall for you again.

Haven't I learned from the last time, or the time before that?

You don't care for me.
I shouldn't care for you.

But I do.

I'm yelling at myself everyday to stop it, but I literally see you and your stupid face every day. So it never really works.

Especially with her now.

You care for her. It's clear. And she cares for you. She honestly does.
And I wouldn't dare step in the way of what makes you truly happy.

Cause I know it's not me.

And that's ok.

Because I promised.