Reminisce On Your Kiss

I sit and I reminisce

on the many ways you kissed my heart,

as if I could feel your breath on me,

with your lipstick leaving its mark.

My heart bleeds in words

that you seem to understand,

as if you know the inner me,

and my heartbeat lies in your hand.

Just for me to see...

if you’ll squeeze and make me bleed,

or maybe love my pain stricken heart.

I give to you

in hopes you don’t rip me apart...

when I reminisce

on your kiss.