the last
the last boy I kissed was a stranger
it was at a club in a foreign country
he dragged me out of the crowd and said he was being selfish for pulling me away
we smoked a cigarette or two, maybe three. the intoxication made it difficult to remember
i liked the way his eyes creased when he smiled and the way he chewed gum, which almost seemed arrogant
the kiss was rough, lust driven, but nice nonetheless
and as good as it was, all it was for me was an attempt to forget
i didn't
i still remember the boy who asked me to go home with him after a few more kisses
but more than that, i remember you, and what you would've done differently
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