Sixteen

For readwritepoem

He doesn’t care
about your blue, silk dress
embellished with flowers
or all the hours you spent
on your makeup.
He doesn’t care
about your heart
of bone china –
it is soft sand
between his fingers.

You love baseball now
and classic rock.
You love his shaggy hair.
Life is beautiful.

He loves too.
He loves the pink
between your thighs.

I wish I could
save you from him.