pepperoni & flan
01/04/2006 03:34 a.m.

i don’t know the name of the first boy i kissed
not that i forgot – i never knew it
he was a dirty Puerto Rican boy with shaggy thick black hair
i was 12 and he nearly 17
it was around 9 pm when he passed by as i sat in my driveway
9:01 by the time we climbed into my father’s car
he tasted like pizza and smelled of a hint of vanilla caramel
he tried to put his hands in my shirt
and for a split second, i thought i’d let him do anything
just because he was beautiful
and then, when i remembered that he was a stranger, i ran inside
i brushed my teeth for an hour afterwards and tried my hardest not to throw up
but the lesson never stuck
my wandering eyes and careless lips have caused more trouble than you’re worth

I am currently Alienated
I am listening to Gavin DeGraw