i.
i always wanted to kiss you.
at first, the magnitude of my curiosity annoyed me;
with time, i used to watch a second too long
the way your chin and your cheeks moved
as you kissed him in front of me.
soon, i imagined how would it be with me.
your scent, your breath, your tongue.
what kind of flavour you’d have,
and if you would like to kiss me back.
my favorite part was the intensity in the color
of your eyes when you opened them on my dreams.
yes, baby,
i always wanted to kiss you.
ii.
you were /that/ important.
i mean, we were lonely kids trying to pass the time at first.
sometimes i think we were put together almost as a joke,
and we probably made lots of people laugh as we struggle.
it was no party to take your hand,
but you remind the why and wherefore i’m standing.
at night, in those years, while you slept over my chest,
my mind travelled to little scenes of what we’ll do in our home,
with a family of our own.
i used to kiss your forehead,
hoping to be strong enough to give you all.
you will always be /that/ important, doll.
iii.
i’m in love with you.
you will always be my greatest treasure,
the grand adventure,
happiest time of my life,
and the biggest price i had to paid.
our story will never be a regret for me,
yet i can’t help but wish i would have played my rol better,
i now dream of the past, try to picture me telling you the truth.
grasshopper, where you go i’ve gotta be.
but tonight, i’ll put on the tv as i take dinner by my own.
i don’t have to see you, i still can’t bring myself to do it.
but i will listen this time. with just to heard you now,
it will be enough for me.
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