cherry

You took her.

I said I was ready, but I didn’t know what that meant. Not really.

You took her forcefully and fast.

I didn’t even know you. I didn’t even love you or trust you.

You didn’t deserve her.

I was so young. Too young. You were young too.

I don’t remember much about that place where you took her. But I could remember every other detail about that day. Your smell, that dumb laugh. I remember the blood, the confusion, and the tear-filled bus ride home.

You weren’t nice, but neither was I. I don’t even know if you are to blame for taking her.

I’m sure at some point you figured in out in life.