She sat
At the end of my bed
And creeped closer
She told me not to tell anyone
Of her encounter
She unzipped my pants
And pulled them over my feet
I cried in disgust
But she didn't listen to me
My first kiss
Has a story
One I refuse to tell
My first kiss has a story
That should be shot to hell
I wish
I could change time
But I didn't know better
I've already burned your memories
Along with my sweater
If I see you someday
On the street
I'll look at you in denial
I'll walk faster
In hopes you didn't see
In hopes I'll forget
What you did to me
This really happened to me.
when I was five. she was 12
