The Price of a Kiss

Why did you have to go and pick me?
A heart unsteady, a love so risky.
Now I hold a special place for you
in that hidden corner with all the ghosts I knew.
You’ve kissed your way down,
changed the “have to” into something more,
but there’s nothing left in between the knees,
just echoes of a touch, a fleeting tease.

Stop—I'm about to give you away,
a souvenir of a love that couldn't stay.
I should have thought about it before our lips met,
before desire drowned out the whispers of regret.

Swapping pieces of ourselves like trinkets,
holding onto moments that were gone in an instant.
A kiss that promised more than it could keep,
now buried in memories too deep.

Why did you have to pick me
when all I could offer was a hollow plea?
I wanted to be more than just a moment,
but now I'm just a name you'll forget,
a token traded, a kiss unmet.

Should’ve stopped before we sank so low,
before the kiss turned into something I can’t let go.
But here we are, swapping secrets for souvenirs,
turning love into a collection of fears.

Now I wonder, was it worth the taste?
The warmth that vanished without a trace?
I’m left holding onto what could have been,
a story that started, but never did win.

So kiss me down, change the “have to”
into what we might have been—
but remember, love, it’s a game we’ll never win.
I’m about to give you away,
but you’ll linger,
a souvenir in the shadows of yesterday.