The kiss

At 12 years old, my first kiss was no different than sticking a hypodermic needle into my arm filled with heroine. Honey I was so hooked on falling in love after that kiss, whoever I was becoming, whatever talent I was cultivating faded away like a ship on the horizon. 24/7. BOYS. I was either with one or searching for one from that moment on.

You see my homelife was filled with unspeakable pain, and that kiss was the antidote. Only thing is sometimes the doctor gives you the wrong prescription. If I could go back in time, I’d go back to that first kiss and let the beauty of it wash all over me and then I’d write my own script.

The script would say: WARNING. Love can be addictive. Proceed with caution and remember to love yourself first.

Did you really think I’d give up that kiss?