I’m in love My mother says it’s not real That I’m too young Maybe she’s right But I know she’s wrong when I’m with them The way they make me feel Feeling their pain when their hurting The warmth of them wiping away my tears Knowing their disappointment when they see marks on my wrists Begging them to run far away with me Them enjoying my oddities And me enjoying theirs My mother gives me the ultimatum Joy or responsibility My head tells me responsibility trumps all And that I’ll do fine on my own But my heart wants to run and feel fresh air Filling my lungs with joy Be held when I need it Feel their fingers intertwined with mine Feel their hands meet my waist And let go of everything else I choose to breathe