first.

these lips have been

tarnished, torn, tainted,

i can't wash it off.

the stain you left,

of imperfection.

i can't un-feel your lips,

pressed against mine,

i can't stop replaying,

engrained in my mind.

this was not beauty,

this was not grace,

this was not what i wanted,

not just another face.

and now it's tattooed,

never to be erased,

not by time,

not by love,

there are no second chances,

for a first kiss.