At 12 years old I learned that love
wasn’t forever
I sat
and I watched
as my makers fell apart
& the only thing I could do was
Cry

At 14 I found love for myself
I was
young &
all it took was a mutual hug over
our lack of god
& I was absolutely and entirely
hooked

At 15 I was broken on my own,
but at 16 I was truly destroyed
there was cheating
& lying
& new girlfriends to be had
& once more I was reminded of
love’s
expiration date

17 and I thought I’d give
love another shot
but that was not for a person
however, for the substances said
person could fill me with
& I danced
& laughed
& was left again to my
guilt & self-loathing

I am 18 now
and I hate
love.