i am thirteen and broken-hearted

and i read poems telling me

the blood in my veins

is made of the stars

i have so much love

to give now that somebody

showed what it was like

to lose all of it

alcohol tastes just

like you

somebody will kiss

away the scars

i am thirteen and broken-hearted

and so fucking naïve and impressionable

that i believe it.

even though i'm now eighteen

and i know all of that is bullshit

there are young girls

out there who don't.

they are thirteen

and fourteen

and fifteen

and sixteen

and broken-hearted

they read that their sadness is beautiful

that it will bring them the love

they deserve

so they lock themselves

down in that shadow

and they don't

get out of it

until the wounds

are scratched in too deep

to get rid of.