When i'm all alone,
tears run down my face,
my mind sends torents of pain
to my cracked and bleeding lips.
First come thoughts
of when we were ment to be,
before you changed, before the pain,
before i wasted the first kiss.
everything seemed so perfect that
night surounded by friends,
such a good time, a time to good to
be true,
i seized my one opportunity without
thinking bout what to do.
i crushed my lips against yours,
it seemed so good then,
but now as i tink of the way it
felt, i tremble inspite of my self,
as i remember that truly wasted first kiss.
From there it just went downhill,
you became a cocky jerk,
i kissed not the guy i love,
but an alien invading his skin.
I honestly don't know why you changed,
i was now a possesion, instead
of person, i was turned to a prize to be won.
you showed off infront of the other guys,
obbsesed with making out,
as though you were showing that i was yours,
you wouldn't let me be myself.
In the end i couldn't take the pain,
i tore my self from you,
and when you said you would change,
i said bull shit and walked away,
without even a backwards glance.
Now you have a new girl,
trying to fill the emptiness that i left,
in a way i'm happy,
that you've given up on me,
but i still love the guy i thought you
were.
Now tears wash down my cheeks,
cleaning away the pain.
I'm glad that we happened,
you helped me learn to save
myself, to do what i needed to do
to be free.
But if there was one thing i could take back,
It would be that wasted first kiss......
i would save it for a smart, good man,
not a dumbass boy,
for someone who would hold me close
and never ever change
