I implicitly asked you for a passionless kiss,
One that was devoid of any emotion whatsoever
Because I didn’t want for you to remind me of
What I’ve been missing all these long months.
But you're unable to display your sheer apathy.
Despite how much you make me think otherwise
You can speak volumes without uttering a word
With your tender stare and your roaming hands.
The last kiss didn’t taste bitter like I expected
Because I knew of the spite you have for me.
It tasted just as sweet as any other as if it had
Every intention of being the first of many more.
But the kiss doesn't look out for our best interests,
It just wants to spread ache and longing like a virus;
A poison dripping from rosy lips that does not heal
But only infects those whose objective is to move on.
good poem