My words I trip on,
what my eyes feed on,
My throat is swollen
ready to burst
chemical fire.

Eyes widen,
nail biting
all the excitement
wanted
in our lil'
cherished
circle.

Voice cracks,
puberty hits,
hormones break
then
we go insane.

'Crushes' is what
we call
ones lover
when the other
doesn't
feel
self-same.

Purity grown out
of our ears,
the habit
of staring,
how
self-centred.

Abandon it
again,
what we've
learnt
&
what we've
changed,
as
you
leave,
to discover
what's left
of it
all.