Tears down your cheek and you kissed me
Over the next months I will be posting some old stuff I wrote. I just want it all archived together on livejournal. This is about a boy I dated when I was in college. I wrote it a few years ago.
You kiss me.
Tears down your cheeks and you kiss me. Time is still. There is no before and no after. Just me touching the tears on your face, and you pressing your lips against mine.
We kiss and our past is the past. Our hurt, our pain, our confusion. Everything we had done, everything we thought the other had done, it is all forgotten. It is all forgiven. All that matters is this kiss. All that matters is this love held between us. All that matters is this moment.
My hand to your hair.
Your hand to the small of my back.
Goosebumps.
If I had had sex before I would have had it right then and there. At the meeting of our lips I would have thrown myself at you if only I had known how.
Our kiss erases. Not just the past but the future. We kiss and there is no future. We kiss and it erases the future of you stumbling into a world of drugs and pulling me along with you. A future of me questioning my most prized beliefs. Tears down your face and a kiss to my lips erase it all. Erase your cruelty, and my tears.
I could lose myself in your kiss again and again. It takes me away. Takes me away to a place I long for. And you know it. You know all you have to do is kiss me and I will remember. I will remember tears on your face so happy that I have come back to you. I will remember your tenderness, your smile. I will remember all the things you were once. All the things you've lost. All the things you've forgotten.
For the rest of my life I will remember and hold dear that moment, our moment. Our one moment of everlasting beauty. Of perfection.
I will remember that moment and I will remember all that you were. The beauty of you. Your smile. Your warmth. The touch of your fingers. All the words we didn't need to say. I will remember.
I will remember and I will hope.
I hope that someday you will find yourself again. I hope that someday you can give all that is good about yourself, all the parts of you hiding in the darkness. I hope that you can give those parts of youself to some other deserving young woman. And as hard as it is to say this, I know that woman can no longer be me.
You kiss me.
Tears down your cheeks and you kiss me. Time is still. There is no before and no after. Just me touching the tears on your face, and you pressing your lips against mine.
We kiss and our past is the past. Our hurt, our pain, our confusion. Everything we had done, everything we thought the other had done, it is all forgotten. It is all forgiven. All that matters is this kiss. All that matters is this love held between us. All that matters is this moment.
My hand to your hair.
Your hand to the small of my back.
Goosebumps.
If I had had sex before I would have had it right then and there. At the meeting of our lips I would have thrown myself at you if only I had known how.
Our kiss erases. Not just the past but the future. We kiss and there is no future. We kiss and it erases the future of you stumbling into a world of drugs and pulling me along with you. A future of me questioning my most prized beliefs. Tears down your face and a kiss to my lips erase it all. Erase your cruelty, and my tears.
I could lose myself in your kiss again and again. It takes me away. Takes me away to a place I long for. And you know it. You know all you have to do is kiss me and I will remember. I will remember tears on your face so happy that I have come back to you. I will remember your tenderness, your smile. I will remember all the things you were once. All the things you've lost. All the things you've forgotten.
For the rest of my life I will remember and hold dear that moment, our moment. Our one moment of everlasting beauty. Of perfection.
I will remember that moment and I will remember all that you were. The beauty of you. Your smile. Your warmth. The touch of your fingers. All the words we didn't need to say. I will remember.
I will remember and I will hope.
I hope that someday you will find yourself again. I hope that someday you can give all that is good about yourself, all the parts of you hiding in the darkness. I hope that you can give those parts of youself to some other deserving young woman. And as hard as it is to say this, I know that woman can no longer be me.