I am not the same person
I was 5 years ago.
My skin has shed itself
of my 12 year old doings.
My lips are not the same
from the first time another person
pressed against them.
My skin no longer remembers
the sensation of having strange hands
Yet my nerves have not changed
for my hands still tremble at the thought
of being on someone else’s body.
My preteen angles have changed into
but they are no longer swallowed by boys
who only want to know me for the
In these 5 years I’ve kissed
guys than any mathematic equation
and seen more boys naked
than I’ve seen in movies.
Although I am new I am not
I am not better.
I am used contents in a new box.