it was a dark, dark pink. magenta? deep, throbbing, deliciously wild.

our first kiss.





dismissal. picking up bags, rushing down stairs, leaning against school gates, unwrapping green metallic paper to reveal big beefy burritos, gaudily colored canteen chairs.

"haha, i don't think anyone could kiss anyone after eating one of these babies." i told you.

a smile, a glance to the side, leaning over, my bubbling soft drink in it's plastic cup tipping spilling unto the uniform skirt unto the floor splashing coloring the marble floor brown.

hands nervously on my shoulders, lips wet and tasting of root beer (sweet intoxicating reeking of reality), your breath soft and hot against my nose.





i couldn't bring myself to look
                                        into your eyes.

how must have i looked to you, beef lettuce on a once pristine white uniform blouse carbonated liquid meekly fuzzing on plaid, lips gently bruised and shaking fingers desperately obsessively brushing back my hair.

"oh. wow." i said.

i was never really good with words.