Yoga class
I'm dripping wet with sweat
Unlike those years with tears
I close my eyes and I think of him
Again
But unlike those years
Of tearing apart every little rift and why
Instead I think of his lips
How at one point in my life
All I cared about in the world was kissing those lips
A pleasant thought
I smile
And the thought of his lips carries me over
To the lips of every ex
No care in the world as to how those lips became exes' lips
But at certain points in my life
All I cared about were each of those lips, respectively
I would not be where I am had I not kissed each one
All the lips I've kissed
I'm forever grateful
All the lips I've kissed
Merely pleasant memories
That is all.
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