Fifteen reminds me of her long black hair and the splash of freckles on her skin
She’d tie her flannel shirt around her waist before we climbed the chain-link fence
I didn’t know it then, I was too petrified to indulge in a forbidden sin
It was mesmerizing, I stayed on her hook happy to live in suspense.
She had a wild heart, she had a vile mouth and I strangely lived in envy
I was playing a role she was living my truth, I didn’t know what I was feeling.
She tells stories like me but she stretches them out until the fiction becomes almost deadly
It was an unfiltered admiration, a mindless infatuation and then one day it all hit a ceiling.
I liked the parts of her that were wild and free but always kept a little sweetness
There was a wicked side but I turned a blind eye, eager to keep her on a throne in my mind
She’s gone now and I’m grateful for that but I still savor the bits and the pieces,
Because of her I’m forever freed, there’s no version of me living confined.