Kiss It Away

The boy in front of me begs for a kiss.
Not with words,
but with his body,
with his eyes.

Kiss him,
my head whispers.

But my heart whispers back,
his kiss won't fill the cracks in your heart.
His kiss won't bring your love back.
His kiss won't make it hurt any less.

I kiss him.
My heart was right.
I kiss and I kiss,
and I rip off his clothing
as if by tearing through layers
of shallow fabric
will make the pain in my heart go away.

After every inch of skin is exposed and explored
my heart is still filled with longing.

Because his voice did not leave messages
etched beneath my skin.

His kisses did not stitch together
the broken pieces of my heart one by one.

His laugh did not tickle my veins.

His eyes did not soak up the image of me.

When I left,
he did not look up.

He did not call to apologize for not being able to take away my longing.

Only you can do that,
but you must apologize for causing it.