I can Count Five AM's Kisses on my Arms

Five AM is a boy
He arrived kind of harsh in a slightly
Odd stature
He has these chestnut eyes and 
Lisp like drawl in his speech that I myself can barely remember
I just know he was my first “real” kiss, and it was terrible
And I know there is something he did to my heart
Even if I refuse to call it love. 
Just dumb adolescence or at least that’s what I say. I still miss Five AM
Desperately. 

Five AM knows I didn’t used to be such a party girl

In fact he knows the quirky little Goth chick and hasn’t seen me since
He’s been gone for three years now and we’ve both moved on many places
Since then but I can help but miss
                        Him.