I kissed my best friend

To get the taste of you out of my mouth.

Four months down the line

And every time I spit out my toothpaste

I watch strands of you

Spiral down the sink.

Wasted.

When me and him were kissing

I could only think of how

Weird it is to kiss someone

Without feeling.

A lack of passion weighs down on a moment -br> A heavy island of discomfort

Pressing down

On pressed lips.

Me and you never had that problem.

Ever since our last kiss my lips became dry.

I tend to it

But snowflakes of bitten skin

Still flutter down.

I understand why -

Like I snake my body sheds every last moment.

The heart shaped kisses

Are now bruises - battle wounds.

The soft brush of your fingers

Now has left bullet holes in my side.

The soft sounds of you sleeping

Are now screaming shells dropping behind. And I’m wounded.

And I want to forget.

So I kissed my best friend

Because it was my last hope of survival.

The short intakes of breath

I used to enjoy with you

Now cause me to suffocate.

Because kissing someone without feeling

Is something I never had to worry about with