do you remember
playing truth or dare
that was fuelled by alcohol?she picked truth
and so you asked her
slurring on your words
who her first kiss wasand she became
detached from the situation
almost instantlyadmitting to you
on the rainy night
of the first of march
she hadn't kissed anyonealthough you weren't asked
she pressed you
for your first kiss storyso you told her about maría
and when she kissed you
at thirteen years old
you told her it was disgustingshe smiled that faint smile
that made your heart leap
and her eyes had an aura of sadnessperhaps it was luck
that you were sitting close
or maybe it was destiny
because it changed your livesyou wrapped your arm
around her shoulder
and she relaxed instantlybefore she got the chance to react
you cupped her face
pulled her in close
and kissed her slender lipsit was a short kiss
meaningless to you
but everything to herit refuelled her dreams
like you'd put coal into
a flame that was burning out
she was finally acceptingthat you didn't want her
and you did feel something
in between her hot breaths
but you pushed it downand quickly forgot about your feelings
unlike her, who, every morning
relived the feeling of your lips on hers
sometimes she still doesbecause one of her dreams came true
but all she truly wanted was you
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