Valentine's Day.
I hate the holiday.
What's in buying you a gift to prove I love you?
You say you didn't mind when I told you I wouldn't.
You laughed it off like a pro.
But that doesn't mean I didn't see the hurt in your eyes.
The possible words that maybe I didn't love you.
So here's my present to you.
A Touch. A kiss. And the 3 words we both longed to hear.
I love you.
And you whispered your love back.
I tasted the chocolate on your lips.
Was it the ones Red sent you?
And again when you kissed me back.
Your lips fit into mine like a jigsaw puzzle.
Your body even better.
Did I ever tell you that you're beautiful?
Of course not. But I want you to know.
You're an idiot.
You annoy me.
I hate it when you bother me.
But I hate it when you go.
You're kissing me hard now, our hands finding their niche.
Places I only thought of in my fleeting dreams.
I thought I was under control.
But that was before I knew I wanted you so badly.
As a teen, you can't trust hormones.
But does that classify for young adults?
Some would call it lust.
Some would call it wrong love.
But you and I know that we just want that feeling-
Of being one person.
"I love you…" You whisper between kisses.
Love.
Love.
Love.
I've only just found new meaning to that word.
I always wondered.
How could I both hate and love you?
But I suppose now I understand.
My hate was my love.
My kiss is my seal.
And your whisper is a promise.
A promise to our future.
What's in Valentine's day-
When I can love you whenever I want?
I'll kiss to that.