The marks on my body form the map to my past.
Every burn a distant memory of a time I thought I wouldn't last.
I'm forever trapped in this vessel of pity and disgrace.
Can't you see the embarrassment present all over my face?
My soul forever longing the flames warm embrace.
Please. I beg you. Take me to that place.

Dress for success.
Oh really?
Can I wear my tight skinned pants?
The questionable shirt that makes judgmental eyes
Shift back and forth with haste?
Oh, I can be cool too!
Let me just speak my outdated slang
Slipping out like word *****.
"What's good shawty?"
Oh no! Not that! Please!
Use correct English when you address me mam.
Who me?
I'm still that young girl.
So excited for parties that she stays up all night in anticipation.
The one that gets butterflies when the right person looks her way.
Yes I am an adult.
I can be responsible when I have to be.
I can also choose when I don't want to be anything but silly.
Giggling till the oxygen in my lungs is ****** out like a vacuum.
I am anything but serious.
I refuse to let my Peter Pan ways escape the eternal youth I call my life.
I am a YOUNG adult!
Would you expect anything less?

Yes, we kissed. Many times.
We blamed the liquid courage for our clouded judgement
But the last time....Anyway.
What can I say, I'm a lonely girl.
The light kisses we shared filled that void.
That eternal aching in my bones
And you were their relief.
But just like all good things...you know.
You managed to twist something so innocent into vice.
Something so simple in nature
To a puzzle that's now missing a piece
And will never be complete.
I'm at a lost for words
Yet I can't seem to say enough.
We were once...you know....and now we're just....
Nothing.