Kissed you Goodbye.


I still haven’t kissed anyone since you.

But it doesn’t matter. It’s just lips on lips but I don’t want another boy to override the taste of you. 


I don’t want to ever forget. I still rather have the memory of you than spoil myself by trying to replace it with something new. 


I know there’s probably a girl on your mind , when you fall asleep and she no longer looks like me. 


But i hope you hesitated just a little bit before you kissed her right. I hope you thought of me for just a second. I hope i was on your mind. 


And i should be ready now it’s been enough time but I still haven’t kissed anyone since i kissed you goodbye. 

Comments

  1. BigshakSeptember 8, 2024 at 12:40 AM

    It's incredible how some connections linger, staying with us in ways that no one else can touch. The memories become more than just moments—they shape us, reminding us of something irreplaceable.

    I've walked that path too, where moving forward feels impossible because the past still feels so vivid. Sometimes, it’s not about forgetting but carrying those memories with you, even as life moves on.

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  2. ShubhzzOctober 23, 2024 at 10:26 AM

    Your words beautifully capture the depth of longing and the bittersweet nature of memory. The raw emotion and vulnerability in your writing make it resonate powerfully, showcasing a profound connection that’s hard to let go of. It’s a heartfelt reflection on love and the complexity of moving on.

    ...Shubhzz

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