Flask

Tender lips I wish were mine to touch, they speak.
"Life is but a pantomime."
What do you mean?
I long to question but dare not ask.
All my love is carried in one small flask.
One rough push and it will break,
all my love to spill out for all to take.
Hurt me as much as you will
but I ask you please, love me still.
Break my heart
but still care for me.
and if you must go,
please promise me that you will return.
Tender lips I wish were mine to kiss, they speak.
"Goodbye" you say and leave my sight.
Please, I beg of you, come back soon.

High school. Written about this guy in the Drama Club with me - all we ever did was argue. Nothing ever happened between us, I just had a crush on him. This one has actually been published (okay in a Poetry.com anthology but still).