The Love Paradox
What?
No, I hate it when they kiss me.
What do you mean? “WhAt dO YOu MeaN?”
I hate their kisses,
Simple as that.
Yes, I love them,
Yes, they're my one and only,
But I hate their kisses.
Well, because…
Their mouth tastes like the smoke they breathe daily out in the city.
Their lips are cracked and are the driest thing I've ever felt.
Their teeth knock against mine every. single. time.
They kiss like a 16-year-old with a thick pair of glasses held together with a bandaid.
And they just… Ew…
I still love their kisses though…
They kiss me with longing and I know I'm missed.
They kiss me with sadness and grieve by my side,
They kiss me with softness and catch all the things that try to haunt my dreams.
They kiss me with joy and I find my peace.
They kiss me and I love it more than I ever thought I could.
I still don't LIKE their kisses though.
But I do love them.
Does that make sense?
















