Kiss It All Better

I am done being used and abused. Done with boys not wanting me until girls don't want them. Done with boys who put on that cute little show and write poems for me (RECYCLE POEMS-- I'm so bitter). I want my existence, personality and true self to mean something. I want a kiss to be a bonus, not the whole purpose for being with someone, or the motivation behind a date/hang out/invite.

(Don't think I've just gone to town on kissing boys. That info is private, but I have been thinking about kisses as of late, and this blog seems to be on my mind at this moment.)

Kisses can make you feel invincible and weightless. There are the romantic stories are first kisses with walks on the beach, a kiss under the stars, a kiss on temple square... just like in the movies. And that is not one of the misleading, unrealistic parts of chick-flicks and fairytales, I've had so many beautiful and unforgettable experiences. My first kiss is Taylor Swift song waiting to happen, not because there were fireworks or a frog turning into a prince, but just that innocent, pure and incredibly happy feeling that burst through my little body. 

And then there are the first kisses that happen unplanned, without thought during a movie... or at parties... or in cars. How UN-romantic. What a waste of a first kiss. And all my relationships that started like that have gone no where-- no where, FAST. You can normally just tell by that.

Don't get me wrong, if the first kiss happens, then kisses in other places like exiting a car... during a movie... blah blah... are completely okay... but the FIRST one needs to be special or I'm not and YOU aren't.

I'm not traditional with the whole make a guy court me and take me out, dress up and bring my flowers. I'd LOVE that to happen, but this is the 21st century and most guys just won't do that. Hollywood, Disney fairytales and Edward Cullen can't even change that. But I am not settling for these movie make-out kinda boys. Back in the day, when you waited days and weeks for that first tingle to run through your body... ah, first kisses were so precious.

To kiss for fun, can be, but to get with meaning is unforgettable... I miss it and that changes NOW. My wasted kisses are all experiences and guys I've learned from... and this is part of what I learned that I don't want you dumb boys and your dumb deceiving touch of the lips... I need a guy to come prove to me I'm actually worth it, kiss it all better and then be around long enough to kiss me again...


So boys, if you just want a booty call, you're gonna needa call another number. I know I'm worth more than that, and someday you'll learn too...