My World Was Too Young; is Yours?

[lovebetrayedme]

"And the world was too young,"
I gently whisper as I browse through the images of my past.
Our bodies were so tiny
When our dreams were far too big;
But you never cared much about that yourself.
So I swallowed your lies
(But they were also my own)
As I stripped off my clothes into something more "sexy".
But all we were doing was trying to act older than we really were
So maybe they could honk and holler at us because they "honestly" did care.
And we'd let them do it.
(Nowadays I feel so dirty that I flip them the old bird - what irony; wouldn't you say?)
We'd undress for the boys while we begged and pleaded for their love;
When we couldn't find it we'd drown ourselves in our sorrow.
O, the sweet intoxication of Bacardi and "The Man"
(I still can't drink Captain Morgan to this day.)
So I'd cut my wrists in dreamlike twists while you'd sneak behind the shed with your next victim.
Here comes his tongue while
There goes my blade
(As long as our eyes remain locked we can pretend it's not there)
Later at night we'd climb into bed
And we'd hold each other close while dreaming of sexual torture and drugs galore.
(Well, me more the drugs, you more the sex.)
At fifteen years old we barely remembered the promises we'd made to ourselves;
You know, the ones where we'd lose it when we were married.
But I was so in love with being "in love"
And you were so infatuated with a new guy every week.
So I'd smoke my fags in the bathroom; then
Snort my past, present, and future away above the toilet.
But only now do I see that my world was far too young
To have given up on life.

(So, now I'm taking it back, don't you see?)