I am only seventeen,

naive and young.

Living a life that is only just begun 

creating stories that are still unsung.

Everything feels so extreme 

at seventeen. 

Love is all consuming,

ever blooming.

Emotions are unclean,

messy and looming. 

I know it can’t all be real,

But it feels like it. 

I see whole futures in your eyes,

lifetimes stretching behind pupils.

I see it all in your hazel blue.

But then I start to come to. 

I know, they’re only an illusion. 

Created by teenage emotional delusion. 

But It feels so real. 

I try to blame the hormones 

for making me love you. 

The increase in estrogen 

must be to blame for our connection. 

But, I know it isn’t true.

My soul knows your soul, 

We are from the same star dust,

A future without you is one I distrust.

Everything you do is perfect, 

In my eyes, 

You could do no wrong. 

And I know I’m blinded 

by the limits of my years. 

But these tears are real. 

And they’re yours. 

Always and forever yours

People tell me I’m too young,

this will pass, 

puppy love never lasts. 

But what they don’t know

is the way you make my heart glow. 

I can not pretend 

that we are just friends. 

Some high school fling 

that doesn’t mean anything. 

I would feel betrayed 

If these feelings just melted away. 

I am still praying to

the thought of us working. 

Holding on tightly to some imagined future 

that I feel crumbling. 

I wish you get out of my head,

I wish I could want practical futures instead 

I wish there weren’t words left unsaid.

I shouldn’t be so serious,

I need to learn to let go. 

I should be happy, 

carefree. 

After all,

I am the dancing queen! 

young, sweet, and only seventeen! 

But it doesn’t feel like it. 

I feel incompetent, 

incomplete. 

My morals are swaying, 

pretend futures are caving, 

I am graduating. 

I think I’ll always think of a future

where you were mine. 

I’ll imagine lives we could’ve had

but, I’ll have to be fine 

There’s no other choice 

I’ve run out of time.