:Distorted Beauty

"This Teenage Girl's Diary"

Hand to hand

I've come to recollect

You and I were never friends.

We weren't friends when your fingers lingered on my lips

We weren't friends when you'd tuck my hair behind my ears

We weren't friends when your eyes locked on my body a little too long

Man to child can never truly be such friends.

I didn't know I had innocence until I had lost it

And it was because of you.

The first time I had met you I was 6

And the second 13.

You would come over to my parents house,

For a glass of wine and reminisce about the years that pasted

Talking about how you needed to find your next great story

Capturing it's true authenticity.

You were a writer that was in a bit of a slump

That's until you knocked on my bedroom door with a light thump

I would be in my room,

Feet crossed on my bed writing in my diary,

Until one late night you stumbled inside.

Inside you stumbled,

Yet I left the door cracked.

Did I leave it open for you?

Time has proven no evidence of your supposed fact.

Why would I have felt threatened?

You'd come over all the time

But little did I know this instance was different,

Because you were flat out lying on the line.

Sprawled out on my bed,

"How do you not have a boyfriend?

When you're beautiful than most,

If I were thirty years younger I wouldn't be hesitant to approach."

Blushed cheeks mixed with your warm smile

We started a relationship that unknown to me would be defiled.

Notes under pillows,

Locked doors and shut windows

Ditching friends, skipping school dances and it was all for you.

Your insitancitcy to know what I was feeling or thinking,

Made me believe you really cared.

When I turned 19 you abruptly stopped coming around,

Conversations under covers ceased and an I love never to be said out loud.

Four years later I'm walking past a bookstore,

When I see your face sitting in the front window listed under best sellers....

"My Teenage Diary"

Written by William P. Geller.