Never Kiss You Anymore

How didn’t I want you?

It was so attractive of you, being apple of my eye..

Especially when I drew my lips on your mouth, then I blew my breath away, then you made that sound, I thought my heart was flying high.

I nagged to my dad, I wanted you.

But my dad said, stay away!

I begged to my mom, please let me have you.

But my mom said, you were just gonna make me ill.

I cried so hard, I wanted you so bad.

Everyone had you, why shouldn’t I?

I’d been a good girl for years, so why shouldn’t I get any gift?

Finaly my dad gave up.

Coz his daughter’s smile worthed much more than anything.

OK, he said.

Then I picked you up.

My dad should pay much coz your seller only released you costly.

I smiled in cheers, by hugging you.

I kissed you.

You made that sound.

I was so happy.

Then my mom told me, “D’ya know how to create it?”

I didn’t know. I thought you just happened it all.

Then my mother said, the man who sold you to my father, created you from a rolling paper.

To make it sounds, that man kissed you first, to make sure that you’d make sound when you’re kissed.

Then the man, seen by the way he dressed up, he might have pulmonary disease or something like that.

So, the rest of the disease might be still on the site you were kissed.

I wrinkled.

Then I looked at you.

Disgust.

The night had come.

I sat down and hummed.

I ignored you at the corner.

My dad asked, “Vicky, why don’t you blow up your trumpet? This is new year.”

I said, “Uh..” I shat up. I grabbed you in doubt. “Should I?”

My mom laughed.

I was five and I’d learnt my lesson well.

Then said my mom, “OK. We don’t need to buy it more next time, do we?”

It was a deal for me.

I don’t want you anymore. Instead than kiss a trumpet, I would rather kiss a real man.