Call It Love

I’m not a very nice person.
As a person I am not very nice.

The diary I kept while I was in my teens
shows me a person I don’t know
and don’t want to know
and he was the source of me.

He was a little shit.
A petty thief
a braggart

molester of girls
he called it love.

He was never thrashed
within an inch of his life.

2 thoughts on “Call It Love”

  1. Niceness in a teenager is boring as hell. Teens should be all over the place, overflowing with passion, wild and out of control. You need a big fire for the slow burn of adulthood.

  2. Yep. All the boring teens I knew when I was a teen, they were nice. Still, it was a bit of a shock to read what I wrote when I was 11, 12, and 13, posturing on a private page for uncertain benefit.

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