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Fifteen Year Old Me
January 27, 2015
I remember
a two star horror film
playing in the background.
he watched
the topless damsel in distress
run from a clown faced killer
while I straddled him,
asking myself
"Does this feel okay?"
"Do I look okay?"
"Am I okay?"
Afterwards,
we laid there,
intertwined and
partially naked for the first time.
I asked him,
"What would you do if I killed myself?"
"More drugs,
like heroin probably."
That’s what fifteen year old me
thought was love.
That’s how fifteen year old me
Gave herself away.
© James M, Walnut Creek, CA
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