Our first kiss
Was under the
Wisteria trellis
Which is fitting
But only in hindsight
The wisteria
Was purple
In all its grandeur
But you
Weren't one of those boys
Who believed in grand gestures
Which is probably
Why
You pulled me to the side
And under the trellis
You wrapped your arms around me
And gave me that kiss
I melted into it
Was intoxicated
By it
I should've known
Way back then
When we kissed
Under the wisteria
The trellis wasn't just covered in purple
But green too
I should've seen it coming
The small acts of jealousy
Leading up to the kiss
And after
Those small acts
Only grew
I thought
Green meant safety
Which is what I felt around you
I thought
Wisteria symbolized long lasting love
But I guess
That's not true
Because while our first kiss
Was under the wisteria trellis
That was our last kiss too