Ok, so maybe I HAVE been a bit angsty so far this year. It's testing month, and I'm ooberly stressed out with testing, high school credits, and competitions for something that is fascinatingly controversial.

I promised him my first kiss when I was thirteen

He promised it will be a birthday gift

He never told me in which one he’ll give

I’m sixteen

I felt special, I can drive

I didn’t have my first kiss yet

I’m eighteen

I felt special, I’m legal

I’m still waiting

I’m twenty- one

I‘ve never drank and never will

He did, though

He’s twenty-three

He’s swaying, breath smelled like alcohol

He tried to aim for my face

He never reached it

SLAP! Thud

He has a reminder for being stupid, all big and red

It’s my birthday

I’m twenty three, he’s twenty five

Where’s his gift?

We are alone

In the same spot

I made that stupid promise

He smirks

“Happy birthday.”

I’m scared as that thirteen year old self

His lips pressed to mine

It started to rain

It mixed with the pain and the tears

He pulls away

He starts to turn away

I tug on his shirt sleeve

I cry ‘Do you love me?’

He says ‘No

Not yet.”

My reason for asking him

To give me my first kiss

Perished

"Wait for me?" he says

"I'm sorry," I answer,

"I've been waiting through the ages."

Please review, so I can go anti- emo again, s'il vous plait!

regards,

- Dreams for Wings