When you're  15 and in love, there is a lot we're prepared for,
Forever tinted with a slight blush,  
The mind pivoting around a single constant,
A place we call home.
When you're 15 and you say forever,  
Your heart wells up at the idea of it,
Elaborate plans seem sane,
The horizon seems welcoming,
Accompanied by warmth, a sense of belonging,
The sun forever rising on what seems like a supposed eternity,
When you're 15 and you make promises,
You swear to yourself that you'll keep them,
While somewhere deep inside, a subconscious laughs,
And the supposed naïveté ,
The lingering doubt.  
When you're 15 and in love, it's so easy to believe,
Almost like we're waiting to believe,
In someone, in something , that finally makes us feel alive.
But when you're 15 and in love,
There's so much youre not prepared yourself,
Not equipped for a day, we both simply cease to exist,
Not prepared for an eventuality where we no longer fall back,
On the quiet solace of companionship,
When you're  15 and in love,
You're not prepared for your heart finally feeling like an *****,
Void of feelings,
And not an emotion.
Reduced to the mere act of pumping blood,
Unable to pump away the moments, filter away the pain,
You're not prepared for your lungs feeling arbitrary,
The mere act of breathing, reduced to existing,
Inhaling in a plethora of unfamiliar scents,
Reeking of disappointment and broken hearts,
The lungs expanding under the weight of our inhibitions,
Gasping for air with a feverish desire.
When you're 15 and in love,
You're not sure how,
To erase the memories,
Of something that has probably never been there,
Of something that has existed within the mere folds,
Of your heart, tucked amidst the other broken desires, unfulfilled dreams,
That never took flight, and never will,
When you're 15 and in love, you know this would end,
But never quite prepared for how,
When you're 15 and in love we never quite knew,
How it'd be,
To be 15 and not in love.