Petrichor

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That night, what I wanted,

I didn't get.

What I was not expecting,

Happened.

Behind the blur of vodka shots,

I saw that the clubs were dead.

Oh, I know I cannot make 

This night sound beautiful

And elegant- but it was real.

I was braver, I spoke to 

People I had admired for so long.

And when the opportunity came,

I took it.

Even though it was orchestrated;

They put us in a corner.

"Kiss"

They said.

But we did.

Over and over again. 

I tried to remember the feeling for myself- 

But it was just movement

I cannot hide my embarrassment 

But it was also fun. 

Is this what I have been missing?

That was my first kiss.

Life is not romantic and made of metaphors;

It is cruel and 

Cold and harsh. 

Only through suffering can we become better people.

And love is only unrequited 

Because what you want 

You cannot have.