When you first kissed me I thought it was a dream. Your lips hit mine softly and your arm wrapped around me holding me tight as if you didn't want to let me go. It was gentle and kind as if you didn't want me to break under your touch. I never wanted to wake up.
The second time you kissed me I felt like I was trapped. It was the same gentle touch but this time I knew better. Before hand you caused me so much pain that I didn't want to repeat but at the time my mind was under your spell. I knew the outcome but I was too stubborn to care.
The third time we kissed has and will not happen. You made me realize I deserve better than you. Your kisses may be sweet but your actions are bitter.