it’s all the same

I have read to much and not enough love stories. I read first kisses that felt like forever, like fireworks burning in the night sky. First kisses that were perfect, full of passion of love.

This one is not like that all.

But it starts all the same. However, the rest of the story is unspoken, unwritten, lost to shadows of history men. You must remember even as everyone does not,

tangled in a far, far away dream whispers of long-forgotten touch of fingers

against your skin, sun-kissed burns that had turned cold over time. You must remember:

never, never forget the sun is too a star

never, never forget the moon has no light for itself, it shines on stolen light

never, never forget, drowning in intangible fever-dreams,

the wolf wrapped in sheep’s clothing.

Never forget-

lips sharp, soft and red-stained. lips hungry, open and devouring. starved, storm-roaring eyes wide-open and hands gripping nothing, yet everything. first kiss in the silence, heavy and cutting; the suffocating, burning sensation in your throat. meeting halfway in the aftermath. a lick of a fading fire. black smoke in the lungs. unspoken words caught in the hard lines of mouths. a stare of empty love. loud voices trapped in shivering fingers, in hands reaching out. in hands meeting halfway.

It had started like kisses in stories I read. Of the man under the moonlight, of the secret, forbidden love.

But no one had told me of the wolf. Of lips so red and full of blood stealing all the breath in my lungs. The burning, itching sensation in your throat. The screaming of wanting OUT! But you can’t escape those lips, those eyes. The feeling of drowning under crashing waves, strangling under love. Love heh, what love? There was only lust here, love being mistaken for lust. Meeting halfway in the night, and being cut off before you delve deeper because their voices of His is too loud and too full of something you don’t want to know.

Don’t dig deeper, the wolf will catch you in its sharp fangs.

The first touch of lips feels like forever only it’s not, it’s feeling of your nerves on electricity, the first taste of pleasure blinding everything, it’s the illusion of forever. There’s no forever here, there’s no fairytale.

QUESTION: What was your first kiss like?

ANSWER: Darling, it’s all the same; the wolf wrapped in sheep’s clothing. Lies and illusions of expectations blinding the cutting, brutal truth.

You must remember even as everyone forgets.