Seventeen is no dream to remember
But we hoped we'd have cleansed our airways by the time 18 dawned at our feet
We had prayed that our innocence had not been blurred within the lines of our trauma
We had hoped our dreams beamed within our doom
That our fear was justified in the struggle
And that our tolerance for each other was worth it
That we were not addicted to our dependance on society
Cause we were no longer kids
We had outworn our childhood
The paint on our faces had cracked
And
The desert of our freedom had swelled with reluctance
But we still wanted it
To be young
To latch onto the protection of ours mother's
But we had grown a few sizes too big
Sadly we were exactly where we were meant to be
We were seventeen

We walked through every corner of our fantasy
Wrote essays of the pleasure hidden within our resolution
Adamant that the torture of our adultery, was torture to us only
We bath our skin in the bloods of our innocence
What had made us become so famished?
Why had we relished in the depths of our depravity ?
Why did we live in a love where you and I were nothing but a fantasy ?

It was a Tuesday
The morning stabbing at my eyes
Uniform hanging on my door
Getting ready for the day
I walked into my mother's room
My brother being dressed on the bed
His oblivion mind
And milky teeth whispered
To me
" She was crying"
and I told him to hush
As I realised how human she was after all

I'd rather be convicted and put to death
FOR MISANDRY
Than ever be accused
Of
LOVING A MAN

I received a letter today
And tear drops adorned the page
Why were you crying
If the words you wrote , were words declaring your hate
But no words you say
That could ever sway my understanding
For I know your words of hate
have another meaning
And my love I speak your tounge
For I know you simply meant
You love me more than anyone

And before we could even realise it
Everything we had talked about
Felt
And seen of each other
Was dumbed down to a simple moment
A moment where your eyes were filled with pure lust
No gravity holding the innocence of
Teenage love
My skin bare before your eyes
Did you even love me at all ?