I am 16 when he kisses me.
My father has died but now a boy is kissing me, so I decide this feels better.
I choose lust over grief and fall inside of him with such an ease,
my mother fears I will marry the first boy to ever touch me.
I am 16 and I am convinced he is all I will ever need
that his face will be permanently tattooed to my resting eyelids.
He claims love within a month
and I return it,