13

I shouldn't have been there
at 13 or 17

I never should've sat on that bed
whispering sweet things
in your ear

I shouldn't have gone back
to find out what a long dead love feels like

Your hand should not
have found my arm
my leg
my foot
my hand

My fingers should not have been laced
through your hair
yet again

We should not have looked at each other 
the way we did four years ago
when we were drunk in love
and drowned in depression

I am not 13
I am not 13
I am not 13

I am 17

I am still making the same mistakes
I did at 13