2.18.18
We bounce from building to building, floor to floor.
From hallways where they stand carelessly with cups of jungle juice, to floors upstairs where they chat with us casually despite our intoxication. Finally, we end up next door, a foreign building with a living room and prison-cell like white brick walls.
"Do you want to make out?"
Goddamn, I do, I just do and I can't explain it, I don't want to answer questions, I just want to be a hoe in that moment and do whatever I want without consequence or conscience. I don't want communication or connection, I just want someone's lips on mine and he's right here next to me and goddamn I would... but he has a girlfriend.
Instead, she drunkenly kisses me, once more, once again and I savor every ounce of her lips even though she's here and gone in a flash and I forget there are people all around us, seeing us do this so casually and my heart aches a little bit at our lightning bolt-like kiss that I wish was an entire thunderstorm long.
Last time it was multiple kisses, one of the witnesses claim it was a make out and maybe it was because we both lingered a little bit longer and it certainly wasn't a peck, but my memory of this night is fuzzy at best and I wish it was clearer for this moment and this moment only.
You didn't answer my text and I don't know what I did but this reminds me that alcohol tastes so much better than disappointment.
From hallways where they stand carelessly with cups of jungle juice, to floors upstairs where they chat with us casually despite our intoxication. Finally, we end up next door, a foreign building with a living room and prison-cell like white brick walls.
"Do you want to make out?"
Goddamn, I do, I just do and I can't explain it, I don't want to answer questions, I just want to be a hoe in that moment and do whatever I want without consequence or conscience. I don't want communication or connection, I just want someone's lips on mine and he's right here next to me and goddamn I would... but he has a girlfriend.
Instead, she drunkenly kisses me, once more, once again and I savor every ounce of her lips even though she's here and gone in a flash and I forget there are people all around us, seeing us do this so casually and my heart aches a little bit at our lightning bolt-like kiss that I wish was an entire thunderstorm long.
Last time it was multiple kisses, one of the witnesses claim it was a make out and maybe it was because we both lingered a little bit longer and it certainly wasn't a peck, but my memory of this night is fuzzy at best and I wish it was clearer for this moment and this moment only.
You didn't answer my text and I don't know what I did but this reminds me that alcohol tastes so much better than disappointment.
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