maybe ive been doing it wrong,
maybe i should have listened,
hisses suggesting its too soon,
im too young.
hurried hunger,
desperate for desire,
lusting for love,
crying for care.
summer begins and something cracks,
dispositions dissolves and we emerge,
something breezy,
determined to conquer kingdoms.
but truly, this isnt true.
our awkward exchanges reveal our true age.
your heart cracked too young,
and now, you have nothing left.
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