We live for the adrenaline rush,
The rush that makes our heart skip a few beats,
The rush that makes our minds clouded,
The rush that makes us feel alive.
We live for the memories created by the process,
Running through the vast tunnels
Concealing ourselves from the trains the move by our bodies briskly.
Or gazing over the city a thousand feet above, and no one below knowing we’re watching them
We live for the thrill, for the height, for the risks.

We’re the city kids that no one talks about.

I wish I could erase the fact that I ever met you,
yet I continue to write about the little things you did,
How your hands drifted down the the creases of my body
How your laugh became the soundtrack to my night
How the words you spoke made me feel like I was dreaming
But you erased my innocence and left me in shavings
You obliterated my past and constructed my roots into something I was not.
You drew my mind into a structure I thought it could never be.
You crumpled me as if I were paper, but continued to smooth me out as if the damage you formed had never existed.
“I love you”
Three words that made me feel like I was worth something
Three words you wrote in ink.
Three words that could not be erased
They were a lie.
I was the dull picture you painted
But I soon became aware of what you had created.

All I wanted was to be wanted,
I was naive,
I gave my all
To a boy who changed his mind
The love he gave me was all make believe
I didn’t look before I fell,
And now I’m left with bruises
And a broken heart
At age sixteen