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I'm such an awful person
My first kiss - broke my heart.
I had waited to long;
Angsting, hoping,
only to feel disappointed.
We were still, for so long.
Anticipating, the night hiding,
Shielding our beating hearts
from judgemental onlookers.
I sprang forward, eager;
pressing skin to skin.
Not lips to lips, no
it was nothing like that.
I pulled away, apologized.
He just smiled.
I tried again. And again.
I "kissed" him five times that night.
And when I latter saw him,
he was drunk with delerium.
And my heart was broken,
Dangling from my shredded hope.
My first kiss left me empty.
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