What I DidA Poem by Jillian Angel SandovalThis was inspired by last night when I robbed a boy of his first kiss and cheated on my boyfriend. Enjoy.
He smelled like a typical teenage boy,
Axe with a tinge of his own scent. He was aprehensive, Flighty to my touch. Had I known of his ignirance, Maybe I wouldn't have kissed him. He sat in front of me on the steps of the church, Playing his rap and looking everywhere but at me. I gazed at him in wonder, So fresh and handsome. And yet, he acted so nervously. I asked and he told of his virgin lips. I laughed aloud, I thought him to be lying. Yet as I knelled between his legs, And pulled his face to mine, He closed his eyes and succame to my lips. Gently I kissed him, Ineptly his mouth moved on mine. Oh how I wish I had believed him. He pulled me into him, Clung to me as though I was dying. I pulled away and cradled his face in my hands. Oh poor innocent Angelo.. His hazel eyes gleamed up at me as we held each other. Regret washed over me instantly. I saw my boyfriends face in my mind, I saw the other boy's face too. Both twisted in agony and hate. I shut my eyes and pressed myself against Angelo again. Forgetting my guilt in instructing a 16 yearold boy how to kiss. I threw aside the two boys who loved me, To enthral myself with one whe was only an acquaintance. His grip on my waist tightened as he held me to his warm chest, He valued this, his first kiss. I however hoped he would get better with practice. We kissed for what seemed like hours, Until we breathlessly broke and I saw affection fill his gaze at me. I cringed in his lap. I never wanted this, Never wanted to steal his one true virtue While in the process demolishing the hearts of two who cared for me. Yet still as I sat in Angelo's lap, I tried to convince myself that sitting here, Hearing his heartbeat was where I longed to be.
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Added on July 30, 2015Last Updated on July 30, 2015 Tags: Love, ruthlessness, cheating, whoring, unloving, uncaring, unrelenting, desire, shame, regret AuthorJillian Angel SandovalRedding, CAAboutWell, there's a lot and not much to know about me. I'm a typical teenager. Yknow, the one society killed. I write a lot based on real events that happen in my life, and about my bipolar disorder. I ma.. more..Writing
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