1. It’s been 8 years and to this day I still sometimes wonder if you have discovered what a toothbrush is.
2. We were only 13, but I think we were in love for those few months. We were young but I was the ocean and you were the moon and I always tried to pull my
self towards you, I think this is why I had to leave.
3. Your brother tasted better.
4. You stomped on my tiny heart, your lips were made of venom.
5. I am sorry, I don’t think I can kiss girls.
6. Maybe I can kiss girls when they taste like you, you tasted like cherrys and your hair was like silk on my cheeks.
7. I wasted nearly 3 years kissing you. I used an entire bottle of mouth wash to get your taste off my tounge. I am glad I never have to kiss you again.
8. We spent a summer beneath the stars, with beer infused kisses and loud punk music and a love so hard I spent months sweating you out. I’ll never forget when you told me I was too broken for you.
9. We were drunk and I could practically feel your boyfriends eyes on us from across the dance floor. I guess he finally knows your not completley straight.
10. You kissed me for the first time in the fall; my favorite season. Soon you became my favorite season. You were fire against my icy heart and I guess you were scared I’d melt completley, I keep telling myself that this is why you left.
11. You were my first kiss of 2015, will you please stay long enough to be my last?
A POEM FOR EVERY PERSON I HAVE EVER KISSED // ahn
Quote Used: “Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?” - The Graduate, 1967
“It’s pouring, Dean.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
I scoffed lightly, a tiny smile on my lips. We had been on the road for almost a day and a half. My legs and bottom were sore and I needed to get out of this car before I drove myself crazy. This hunt had been a simple salt and burn, a two-man job. While Sam stayed back at the Bunker, Dean and I drove out to put to rest the ghost that was terrorizing a woman and her child.
Now we were heading back, but the rain had gotten worse and by the time nightfall had settled, Dean could barely see through the windshield.
“Let’s book a room for the night. Get out of the rain,” I suggested, looking over at the green eyed Winchester.
Dean slowly shifted his eyes from the road to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Sure,” he replied after a moment’s silence. He gave me a wink and pushed the pedal further down, making Baby haul ass down the dark highway.