// Sucker For Kisses//
I’m a sucker for kisses,
On the cheek,
On the hand,
On the lips,
On the thigh, for all I care on the foot.
I’m a sucker for your lips on my body.
For your tongue
For your saliva,
For your teeth, as they accidentally brush mine because you’ve never done this before and you’re
Nervous.
I’m a sucker for kisses in the moonlight,
In the rain,
On the sidewalk,
In the park,
In the train station,
In your hallway, or even your room because you don’t feel comfortable kissing in public.
I’m a sucker for actions because how can you live in the moment if you are not living?
If you hide behind your curtain of self-esteem and falsified love for a girl you can’t even talk to let alone text without blushing.
In school the teacher tells me to show and not tell, and why then must the pen to my English paper be any different than your expression of your feelings?
Don’t tell me how you feel because there will be time for that later, if there is a later at all.
Don’t write me a poem because as you read it, I’ll start to realize that your writing isn’t very good and your prose could use some work and you’re….
Not very into me at all, are you if that’s all you have to say?
Don’t ask me to be your girlfriend because I’ll think it over and then over think it.
Don’t tell me I’m beautiful because then I’ll wonder why you think I need to be told, and wonder if you say that to
Every
Other
Girl.
I’m a sucker for truth.
I’ll believe anything you do but nothing that you say.
I’m a sucker for you.
And you don’t know it yet because you, because I, reject you every time you spill your heart to me.
Because I love moments and kisses and scenery, and one only gets a moment just one time, you see.
Love fades away and your poems become outdated and your words, forgotten like yesterday’s newspaper headlines.
Gifts lay forgotten in my apartment and that letter you wrote me, crumpled in my kitchen garbage.
So kiss me,
On the subway car of the 6 train
On the bench right next to your building
In the rain at midnight on New Years Eve.
Or don’t.
Waste your words, and let them disappear, fading away through time and space.
Falling away with memories, consigned to oblivion.
Leaving my brain faster than they left your mouth.
I’m a sucker for kisses.
Because no matter how hard I try to push them out my left ear with the echo of your words, I still feel your lips on my mouth.
Because even when your words hurt me, your kiss never can.
Because when you’re gone, I’ll still have a piece,
Of you.
So kiss me, before I can stop you.
Or reject you.
Or tell you it’s a bad idea and that I don’t like you at all and that you’re just not my type.
Kiss me, before I can start to think,
Or don’t.
(Source: randomswritingssss)
