I Want to Write about my First Love
I want to write about his lips so sweet
I want to write about his skin so soft
I want to write about his voice so calm
I want to write about his touch so gentle
But I would be lying
His lips were not sweet, they tasted like cigarettes when he kissed me
His skin was not soft, it felt like sandpaper when he grazed my skin
His voice was not calm, it was like a volcanic eruption when he spoke
His touch was not gentle, it felt like barbed wire when he grabbed me
Very messy poem about my first love
