Freshman Year
You're 15, and you don't know who you are yet
But you're ****** good at faking it.

No one loves you...
at least not the way you want them to.
And you OBVIOUSLY have a best friend
that you can swear gets more attention than you
Which makes you insecure.
You're lonely and a little jealous

And then you meet him.
He holds your hand on the bus.
He stares deeply in your eyes.
He tells you that you're beautiful.

You cling to him like velcro.
He says he loves you...
he promises you things,
says he'll give you only the best.

But you're only a freshman.
You don't know how things work yet
but you do know that you're in love
and that no one can take that away.
....And you continue to think this....
until the words fall out of his mouth in one breath

And with those words he sends you away
and your world becomes a purposeless abyss.
You are officially over.

You can feel your heart come crashing down into the darkest pits of your stomach.
You feel it shatter.
And the tears come down like a water fall
It hurts for weeks...
but darling you're only 15.

15 is the year of regret.
It's teenage heart break in the flesh
It is new things
New people
and new feelings.

My love, you are a freshman
and your just learning that
... **** like this happens.
Your heart...
It has a band aid on it
but it's still beating.
Your life is over
but you're still breathing.

On to the next one,
still, no one
can tell you anything.