A kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true. – Steve Martin

did you ever realize that                                                    each time you kissed my lips
you made me blind? it felt like                                            you killed brain cells; you were
an unprotected x-ray, leaving                                            an everlasting mark on my heart.
smoldered kisses on each of my tender                             nerves burst like fireworks that melt,
irises, as you induced volcanic teardrops                           burning my pale skin, leaving me forever
scarring my own star-bit face. i was                                   blind. i kept searching through my pain, kept
pleading for your touch, always crying,                              craving your torrid embrace when you left me without my
wet tears as you grimly took away the star-                      light. {i fear the dark.} in my addiction, you were the
warmth by which i survived. i clung to the                          lies that smothered me. you vomited fulsome words,
words that fueled the world that i believed                        so passionately in my mind. your kiss made me believe that all
was real. your eyes featured volcanoes; they always        sparkled, obscuring your façade. i knew your saliva was like lava, that
scorched me and burned my tongue.                                  it gleamed with lies. your deceitfulness and
the mask on your face melted me to ash.                           your deception has left me forever scarred.

01/08/2004

Author's Note: (update on 7/20/2010) 6.5 years later, despite the fact all the teen angst that seems so melodramatic to me now, I am still proud of this poem. I spent a lot of time perfecting this when I was 17 and it will always serve to remind me how much I love crafting a poem that demands both emotion and meticulousness.

this was the most difficult piece i have ever written, but it is satisfying to know that i conveyed one thought in 3 poems in one (each seperate poem and the across each entire line to create one big poem altogether). the puntuation in red means that it only works for reading it one of the 3 ways. i entered it into the january teen patron poetry contest.

Posted on 01/08/2004
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