I kissed the gentle cheek
As though I belonged there
I knew I didn't
But my soul told me otherwise
Oh, to be so inwardly conflicted
It is the most bitter torture
I could feel my heart move up
And my brain creep down
The battle had begun
Inside of me
My lips were already firmly planted
Before the fight was even decided
It was as though both my heart and my brain
Were in a state of shock
I edged away as awkwardness filled the air
Like a static cling that pollutes the room
The face staring back at me
Seemed just as unsure as myself
Then a brief moment
Of pure human emotion
The face turned away and left
I'm not sure if I will ever see that face again
Despite the shame
I laughed as though a joke were just told
It was not the Hollywood ending
It was an ending befitting a twelve year-old girl
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