Purity

Can I?
May I really
call this thing
purity
even if shadows
and broken dreams
that never quite
haunted me
the way they did
everyone else.
Can I call this pure?

Can I?
Dare I say
that after only
sixteen years
I know
what this purity
is, without taintation
without temptation,
without understanding
or reason,
may I say I know what love is?

This is a teen’s representation of both confusion and certainty. When you’re a kid, they say you don’t know what love is. Problem is, that’s false. You know what love is. Did you not love your mother? Your father? Of course, some have special cases with broken families, but no matter how young you were, I am certain you have loved someone once in your life.

For all of those out there that tell kids or teenagers that they don’t know what love is (and the one that told me that? You know who you are), I’d like you to tell me why you know so much about love. Because you’re older? Wrong. We know as much as you do. Sometimes, more. Love is human nature, and therefore, instinct from birth.