September

A month,
And what,
New life,
New way of doing things,
New me.
Scared, or you,
Of me, of this, of life.
Of what other then just my own
Lack of sex skils,
I was missing when we had that how to session,
Inebriated to the point of sleep,
Just wishing you were in my arms,
To make me feel less small,
To let me know im not worhtless,
That im not a complete waste,
Of molecules and blood vessels.
The love drips drips drips
Into my system as I dance the night away in your arms,
Getting disorientated and lost in the array of people,
Whom I wish were my friends,
A birthday party noone will forget,
But alas I am almost 20 and you have all forgotten again.