Thirteen
by Meghan D. Coates
Originally published by Eber&Wein
You fall in love
when you're too young to feel,
With a boy
who doesn't know which you is real,
And you'll like him for ages,
sure as you love him for hours,
And your diary pages
like compressed dying flowers
Will speak of your conviction,
of addiction and pain,
A childish obsession
That sours and fades.
You fall in love
when you're too young to feel
And you use it all up
(but it’s not even real)
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