Comfort Kisses And Broken Hearts A kiss on the cheek, on top my eyelids, on my nose, on my forehead. A kiss to comfort my broken heart. A heart broken by you. I am a fool for letting you do this; be vulnerable to your words, your kind of love. I turn in your arms and watch you sleep. Hear your breath and feel it as it brushes my face. And I commit each detail more to memory. Earlier you had dropped kisses in laughter all across my face as I wiggled underneath you in non-stop hysterics while you tickled me. We did this a lot before, back in our happier times. Then you asked me to stay, to not leave to you while you grabbed a quick shower. No, there wasn't any hanky-panky. We just lied together in each other's arms. And I loved you more because of it.
