When I was four years old,
I kissed a boy on the playground.
He tasted like green apple suckers
and told me I was pretty.
When I was seven years old,
I sat with that same boy
on the bus everyday.
He told me about his mom
and said she was his best friend.
We secretly held hands
underneath our winter coats.
When I was eight years old,
a girl told me I was ugly.
He wiped away my tears
and told me I was the
prettiest girl he'd ever seen.
And then he continued to remind me
everyday after that.
When I was ten years old,
I sat alone on the bus that day.
We passed his house and
there were police cars in
the driveway.
No one would tell me why.
He didn't come back to school
for two weeks.
When I was thirteen years old,
the boy got into a lot of fights.
He rarely smiled,
and when we spoke,
his eyes didn't hold that spark
I grew to love.
I never understood why.
When I was seventeen years old,
he kissed me and tasted like
a mixture of cigarettes and alcohol.
He told me he loved me
and that I was beautiful.
I didn't know what to say
because he was drunk
and I was crying.
When I was eighteen years old,
I stood by his grave
wondering what would have happened
if I had said that I loved him
back.
STAI LEGGENDO
Everything's Dark.
PoesiaA collection of poems written through personal experiences with the devil.