Teenage angst, etc. Part One.

 People talk. They talk about fireworks. The ones you're supposed to feel when you're in love. 

We kiss. I don't feel anything.  No rush of adrenaline or serotonin. Just your moist lips on mine.

We are the same age, yet I feel older. 

You touch my shoulder,

I falter.

 Not because of the fireworks. 

Because of you.

You who loves me.

But doesn't know me.

Maybe I don't know myself.

But I do.

Entry 2

26/04/2025