fifteen and fourteen
don't seem worlds apart
but tread lightly, my love
for some lines are so thin,
the clock striking twelve
will push you over.

at fifteen
strangers picked me up
battered and left in pieces
and told me i could pass
for seventeen
so i guess that made me seventeen

fifteen brought love
that lasted one night because a rumor
was being spread that i spread my legs for another boy
but my heart is not a pit stop
and i can only take so many half loves
before i break underneath the weight

and i've learned not to sell small vials
of love
because boys would rather hear that i have a boyfriend
than that i'm not interested

fifteen was my only friend
in an open field where kids held
shards of glass close to their chests
and stabbed people recklessly

fifteen, you left me
and i got cut bad but you came back
and made a sappy poem of my blood
so fifteen, i loved you

or i loved the idea of who you made me
i never let my summer depression define me
but you broke me and rearranged the pieces
into someone that made more sense
someone who hid in every corner of parties
who didn't stand out against the alcohol stains on the couch

i didn't know who i was
until i told myself fifteen made me
because fifteen brought the realisation
that if i didn't **** myself soon
college was a real prospect
and life was a real prospect
that wasn't waiting for me to gather my bearings

where does fifteen end?
you follow me everywhere i go
and i can't seem to shake the feeling that
twenty won't look a lot better
just with larger fields
and sharper glass

fifteen, you held my hand
and poured salt in each of my wounds
and i want to tell you
i wish i never needed you
but my bones have healed
and my heart's set on more
so thank you;