Kiss

Dancing with a stranger in the middle of the night Feeling like an angel, who could easily fly. Drinking vodka like I'm thirsty Singing songs out loud like I'm Fifty. Then something happens my First kiss. He touching me, he's kissing my lips. I don't like him. He looks cruel. He's drunk as fuck, that isn't cool. Right after I want to cry. It never happen. I'm telling myself a lie. He touched my bracelets. I'm pouring them off. I won't wear them. I want to get lost. I wanted my first kiss to be with someone else. I wanted it to be done with love. I wanted it to be meaningfull. I wanted it to be beautiful. Not with that guy. Not with him. Now I realy start to cry. Coz what did you mean it was him whom I let inside? I didn't say no I was drunk, that's all I know. But right when he touched me something inside me broke. And I didn't want to continue more. When I said no he left me, without any words. Something inside me broke that night I want to forget that part. I want to remember the stranger who looked at me like I was an angel. Not the guy who was drunk For him I was just a doll he could play with. I felt like a whore. Because I didn't say no.