Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

the first sign of many

I kissed my best friend
When we were nine
It was strange,
But she didn't mind

I told her best friends kiss
"It's normal, I think"
Her face soon grew
A light shade of pink

The mischievous voice
Inside of my head
Convinced me to do it
as we sat on her bed

I knew I felt tingles
Run down my spine
I wondered if her stomach
Felt like mine

Full of butterflies,
About to burst
I wonder if that kiss
Was also her first

But "I don't like girls"
I still like boys
It was one silly kiss
That I really enjoyed