when i was little, i always wanted to be grown up.
when i was 5, i wanted to be 6,
when i was 6, i wanted to be 10.
the first time a boy kissed me, i was 11.
i felt so happy,
i was finally growing up!
he was sixteen.
the first time a boy told me he loved me,
i was twelve.
well, not directly.
i think the words were, "god, i love those tits."
i always wanted to be grown up.
when i was hugged, i wanted to be kissed.
when i was kissed i wanted to make out.
when we made out, i wanted to have sex.
the first time i had sex,
it hurt.
i cried for two days afterwards.
not because of the physical pain.
the first time i snuck out,
i was so scared.
but this is what older people do,
i had to start acting like it.
the second time i had sex,
it still hurt.
i was too young.
i still am.
but now i just want to go back.
all i want, is to be young again.