truth or dare

A kiss sprouted from a juvenile game of “truth or dare”. I didn’t want you to know how much I liked it. I could’ve died in that moment, but I don’t know if you felt the same. I had to hide the red on my cheeks and the smile that my lips formed. I wanted more. I wanted to tell you how how much it meant to me.1

A horrible mistake born from a juvenile game of “truth or dare”. When the others asked who I liked and I told them Alicia, what I would’ve given to say it was you. I feel so stupid, but I would’ve hated to have been embarrassed. I want you to know how much I feel for you, but I don’t know how to express it. 2

A sick feeling in my stomach brewed by a juvenile game of “truth or dare”. That kiss that left me wanting more. The lie I used to cover up my feelings. The happiness that filled my heart when you hugged me goodbye. How happy I was when you grabbed my arm, as the others played with the ouija board. 3

An amazing Halloween created by a juvenile game of “truth or dare”.