Young

he spoke with no direction

but it felt so fascinating

I knew he'd be the one, question...

a stolen night so no-one could see
making out behind the school bike shed
fumbling clumsily...

memory of a campfire burning sticks and flames
of the passion we had
the smell of burning...

Silently she sit alone and,

cries,

every day a part of her,

dies.

No one...

She try's to fit in with the crowd.

She's no longer herself.

She cries herself to sleep....

Im only Fourteen, But ive seen everything.

My mom runs an escort.

My dads an alcohilc....