How is it that at 14 I knew everything,
At 16 only more?
I was in love for a  year, devasted for two.
At 19, I learned that I never knew you.
Which is strange because you were the thing I knew best.
I knew you better than your parents.
I knew that they were wrong,
To say we were too young to promise love,
How cruel! How absurd! We certainly aren't!
I knew they were wrong, until I learned that they weren't.

Then, new boy came along, wild eyes, hidden sadness,
But now at 19, an adult for sure,
I knew your intentions. You would be my cure.
You claimed not to love me, but you saw my beauty.
So surely I knew better! You must be kidding yourself.
I thought I could prove it by giving myself.
Yet again I was wrong, another two years I tried to believe
Intermittent with all those times I was ready to heave,
you away. But I never did.

So in between, at 20,
I leaned on One I called friend. Pills blurred reality.
One night saw that end.

21 now, let's hope I have learned.
You aren't like the others, you do as you say.
Unafraid to care, yet careful with promises, I hope you stay.