The first time you try to make me feel something other than love, I am sixteen and we are sitting on the floor in your living room. You kiss me gently and you lay me down on you. I let it happen and I feel your hands running down my back. I shiver because I'm scared, because I want to say no but my voice is too quiet. Because I'm sixteen and because I'm naive. Because I'm sixteen and I think that if I love you, I owe you this much but it's not true. I don't owe you anything. I'll push you off of me and I won't say a single word. You'll sit up and look at me as I get dressed. You ask me to stay, but I tell you that I can't. I walk out the door and leave it open behind me. I say to myself, it he loves you he'll understand. If he loves you, he'll call again. You don't understand and you never call again. You don't forget and I don't either.
- Sixteen // thewordsyouneverunderstood