15 years old, laying in a bed about to give a first to a boy she will never love
15 years old, large rough hands tangled in her dark hair as harsh lips meet hers
15 years old, thinking about a boy with chocolate eyes while curled against another
15 years old, he calls her "babe" and she cringes for that nickname should only roll off another's tongue
15 years old, he asks for more than she wants to give him
How can a 15 year old love a boy who doesn't hold her heart?
How can a 15 year old love a boy who took her heart and destroyed it?
How can a 15 year old know what love even is?