Kiss.

They will kiss you on the lips before they leave you,
Take everything that once was a part of you, from you.
She was only thirteen.
Thirteen is too young to let a man teach her how to love more
Thirteen is too young to be remembered for how softly she slid into her shell until all that was left were violet eyes and a tiny waist.
I remember playing hopscotch,
Don’t stop,
Listen to it-
Mommy watch
Him slip that dress
And drop that slip
Collar bones and bony hips
Do you remember when you cared for her,
When she lived inside of you, outside of you,
when you traced ‘I love you’s in her tiny palms
instead of easy signs and dropping bombs
it came so fast,
how you wore that tight dress so he would love you
just to fuck you
when all he really want was soft skin
and a stupid grin from a girl without a history
and time to see that what they did was not really loving,
But,
They will kiss you on the lips before they leave you,
Take everything that once was a part of you, from you.
She was only thirteen.