Today a fourteen year old asked me
Why it was different
When I had a boyfriend,
Compared to her
What made my love more real?
I looked at her quizzically,
Trying to explain
That she hasn't yet felt
White hot passion
Dark, lustful desire
She hasn't been in a wild free fall
For nearly two years
So I just shrugged
And said
"When you have what I have
You'll know.
Oh, you'll know"
"How?" she asks
Sighing, I replied,
"You'll look in the mirror
And all you'll see
Is where he touched you last"