In My Life

I've kissed four boys in my life.
I've kissed each of those boys this year.
None of them I was dating at the time.

I kissed them all at night.
One in the car.
One on a rock.
One on my porch.
One on a bed. And then on my porch.

Three of them had long, shaggy hair.
Two of them had a hat on.
Three of them were wearing Vans.
Two of them had Italian blood.

The first one is too immature for me.
The second one is too insane for me.
The third doesn't want me anymore.
The fourth hasn't answered my texts in two weeks.

What is happening to me?

xx You're The Dangerous Kind Marz