kiss me one day i’m going to kiss someone for the second time ever and i’m going to tell everyone it was my first kiss ever until things go bad and it makes me sick to think i kissed them and i’ll find someone else to kiss for the third time ever and they will be my first kiss until the cycle repeats itself until eventually i do forget my first kiss then my second and my third until i get good at it one kiss at a time and then i will just leave that conversation out until someone asks about my first kiss to which i will say “i don’t remember” and i won’t be lying kiss me one day i kissed someone for the second time ever and i did indeed tell them it was my first kiss. until it went wrong and it made me sick to think about it. and then the third and fourth and fifth would have come and i would have continued the lie the cycle seeming to repeat itself with every hushed whisper. until my final kiss arrived where the lying didn't seem necessary and i could fill them in on every little lie i shared every wet kiss i had without the thought or care of 'how good it was' because the final kiss is what matters i don't have to lie about my first in the parking lot i won't have to lie anymore.