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Teenage Love

We stared at each other, our faces turning red
Yet nothing was spoken, nothing was said.

Then we first talked, we were going to be friends
Who would of thought, I’d love you in the end?

I was scared to admit ; give you my heart
Because everyone told me, boys tear it apart,
Yet, should that mean that we don’t try?
Life’s to short to let chances go by.

So,1 month in, so far so good
You haven’t done the things they said you would.

2 months in, we’ve done it all
And I feel so happy, twenty feet tall.

3 months in and uni draws near
We try to ignore it and keep up the cheer

4 months in, it begins to fall apart,
They say , I shouldn’t have ever given you my heart.

But, I gave more than my heart, more than just sex,
But that didn’t stop you leaving me, for whoever comes next.

They say, blinded by love, I failed to see
Just how much of an arsehole, you were to me,

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