Young love, so sweet
But this was not love
Just a curious girl
Twelve years old
Wanting to grow up to fast
He was her first
And no amount of water
Could wash away the stains
The dirty feeling between her legs
The year flew by she moved on
Thirteen and in high school
Can't wait to be sixteen
She trusted him
He raped her
She cried herself to sleep
That dirty feeling
The one she'd forgotten
Found its way back
She cried and cried
Tossed and turned at night
Sleep was her enemy
His face waited there
This wouldn't fade
Then her knight in shining armor
Came to save the day
He was sweet
His touch so soft
She was his first
Unfortunately not his last
Again she cried
This time much harder than before
This time was love
Love that haunts her forever more
A small wonderful gift
Coming from the pain
A beautiful little girl
That for almost two years
Never heard his name
She returned to his arms
Everyone diserves a second chance
He betrayed her once more
But no tears came
She was jaded to his games
Moving on and away from him
He wouldn't let her child go
For her she cried
Her heart ached
And her soul died
Out for fun
Nineteen and half
A cocktail waitress
Looking sexy in her skirt
Brother of a good friend
Seated himself at her table
He invited her to an after party
Of coarse she would go
Two bottles of tequilla later
She woke naked next to him
He led her to believe
There was something there
But a month later
When the positive test showed
He stopped answering phone calls
Another beautiful little girl
Brought into this world
Twenty-one a few men later
She thought she found a good guy
Wedding bells rang
She soon found he was using her
And he didn't truly care
So she kicked him to the curb
And went on her merry way
Turning to a friend
Asking for a kind word
She found what she wanted
Everything she had searched for
And to this day
There is only one regret
She wished
She had known herself first
Then she would have been wiser
Author notes
The message I am trying to get across is be sure of yourself and know who are first. Sex is a wonderful thing and very enjoyable. But it is also a big step And unless you are truly ready it could possible scare you or jade you for a long time. Just be sure you are 100% comfortable and ready. Good luck to you, and from what I've read you seem like you would be a good catch for anyone remember that. I am a 21 year old (soon to be 22 on August 21) woman
A contest entry
- The First Time... by trista.
700 points, ended September 7, 2008, 20 entries
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Hello there
Wow...you've put an amazing amount of life story into a relatively short write.
I think you've done a good job of picking out the right details though, to make this both interesting and all-inclusive. In a way...your story reminds me of a snowball moving downhill...and how it just keeps getting bigger and bigger as it picks up more snow...or in this case...more pain? 
I find that to be so sad, and yet you are still young and have a lot of years ahead of you, and as the title of the poem says..."wiser". 
A quick technical note...One thing I would suggest, is to consider breaking your poem into stanzas...as a long chunk of poetry can be a wee bit intimidating when you first look at it. For each new age you turned you could begin a new stanza, for example. This gives your readers a chance to pause for a moment and absorb everything you've said, before moving on to the next section. But as always, just a suggestion, for whatever it's worth. 
I am assuming this is a very personal write...yet you sound so positive and gave great advice in your author notes, which is a really good thing! I know how hard it can be to stop that "snowball" effect on your life, but I sincerely hope you've been able to do that, and make a fantastic life for you and your girls. I'm sure they must be a good inspiration for you in a lot of ways.
Thanks so much for sharing your experiences and viewpoint in the contest, and good luck to you.
Best wishes,
~J.
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