Recoiled Kisses

A pretty girl tried to kiss me on New Years Eve, I recoiled in pain and disgust, my smile she did misperceive, as an invite for spontaneous lust.

She told herself I must be taken, or gay or something like that, she couldn’t have been more mistaken, I just don’t engage in emotional chit-chat.

My deadness is easy to sense and see, there must be someone who can wake what’s inside, my world is full of chaff and debris, until they appear I will live as if I have died.