Last summer
We lived in a yellow tent
Feeding each other
Cheese and salami sandwiches
and kisses
This summer
I write songs about heartbreak
And go running every day
Every time I kiss someone new
I compare their kisses to you
Too soft
Not enough tongue
Too strong
Too much tongue
Too squishy
Weird bitey thing going on
Nice enough
I guess
I should just kiss
That boy who's the complete opposite of you
and accept him
just the way he is
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