The situation couldn’t be worse.
I’m scared
And insecure to start over.
Love is a dangerous commodity.
So strongly desired
Yet so powerfully fickle.
Never have I been able
To overcome callings of the heart.
My head aches,
Anticipating
The complications of this indulgence.
My heart…
My heart soars on a gentle breeze,
Warm and pleasant.
My life
Begins yet another chapter.
Age 19