All The Small Things

She kissed me on the stairs and all I could think of was that I tasted like garlic and onion and meat. Meat. The stairs reminded me of the girl I liked when I was 12. She was my brother's girlfriend though, so I guess that complicated things. I tasted like garlic and onion and meat and she had just kissed me on the stairs. But all I could think of was my brother's girlfriend who I liked when I was 12.

I smelt like flowers and wasn't that strange? Flowers are feminine I guess, but she probably didn't notice that when she kissed me. Because I tasted weird and I was thinking about my brother's girlfriend and she was kissing me and I was going up the stairs and she was going down them.

And all I could think of was how I wished that I tasted sweet when she kissed me and how this wasn't the right time and I'd wished that she'd kiss me again, somewhere else when I tasted as good as I smelt and when I wasn't thinking about my brother's girlfriend and when she wasn't going down the stairs and me going up them.