You’re just a teen.
You must have fun.
I party after my exams.
And there trouble find itself
A new, exiting feeling
I found out I can kiss a stranger in a bathroom

And while pinned against that wall
I forget what waits for me at home
My boyfriend of three years
Would I be kissing someone else if I felt love for him?
Would I look at every other boy and try to act attractive?

A cheater is a liar. I guess I am a liar.
But when texting him “I don’t love you”,
I didn’t lie. I didn’t hesitate. I knew that I was doing right.

Three nights would pass and memories of him would flood my head, him kissing me. Me cherishing existence. I wonder late at night “Was it all love or boredom of existence?”