Make A Plan To Love Me

When I first met you.
You told me you liked my shoes.
I walked with you all night after that.

I got in.
Underage.
With a fake ID.
And a reckless mind.

But I didn't tell you.
I knew you were old.
Much too older for me.

I kept going on.
I just wanted to have fun.
I just wanted to be free.

For once.

When I first met you.
I never kissed anyone before.

You asked me if you could kiss me on the cheek.
I told you yes.
You asked me if you could kiss me on the lips.
I told you I never kissed anyone.
You thought I was lying and playing games with you.
I told you I never kissed anyone.
You said to leave it up to you and just follow my natural instinct.
I did so, and we ended up with my hair in our mouth.

It was still the most romantic moment I ever had.

We hanged out three days after.
I cuddled into your arms.
You sang me a song.
I taught you patty cakes.
You couldn't keep with the rhythm.

Nearing to midnight.
You walked me home.

Malicious eyes stared through us.
They spoke of my true age.
You looked like you were going to puke.
I tried to kill myself after that.

But you forgave me for lying to you.
Why did you forgive me?

I'm too scared to know, Frank.
That's why I'm hugging the walls so I won't fall down.