Monday, February 27, 2012

For the jerk who kissed so well, he broke my heart.

After a long time
that was the first time
that I felt my lips
melt into another's

As you grabbed my hips
and I scratched your back
I could feel my soul
leave my body behind

I felt it, your tongue
sliding over mine
and when you bit me
I almost cried

when I got home
I smelled of smoke
and of frying fish
and of desperation

     for the jerk who kissed so well, he broke my heart

Friday, February 3, 2012

From the notebook

As of now, I don't think I'll ever see him as less than "the boy I loved with all my heart." I can't be friends with him, and I don't think I'll be able to move on from him. I mean, he's Yohan. The Yohan.

As I write, SNSD's Time Machine is playing in the background. You can just go ahead and Google the lyrics + translation.