to kiss him once

you ever been sitting
on your bed,
just chilling,
waiting for something
to come and hit you,
something to do,
because this life is endless,
monotonous,
lame as fuck some days.
and you’re sitting there waiting,
refreshing snapchat,
looking through your memories.
memories?
then something hits you,
that feeling you got,
when his lips hit yours,
and you can taste him still,
even though it’s been months,
that feeling could kill.
and, my god,
you hate his guts
no ifs, ands, or buts,
yet you’d trade your honor
just to kiss him once.