I was weary of being a physical object,
rather than a friend of five years.
Adolescence began to appear,
His mother noticed our hormonal adventures (for which I will forever be sorry).
I stopped trying,
I lacked respect for him,
And his cold, clammy hands.
Our friendship crumbled away like ancient architecture,
I swam in the world of the obscene
Lying naked on a blanket with another (who wanted only me)
Surrounded by the cover of trees, an unattractive dream at 15.
But! I have since forgiven myself...
My lips had formed the word "no" for the last fucking time
At least I escaped with my hymen unharmed...