cupcakes

I miss writing.

I wish we were still at the 7-11
the first time you kissed me with
your cherry slurpee lips
and we ran to the park and
hid behind trees bigger than houses
you laughed so loud
you woke up a part of me that
was sleep for eternities
and i snuck in past curfew and
and crawled into my bed
still dressed in clothes covered in dirt
and still feeling your cold lips on mine
and hearing your laughter in my ears