Overexposed

Have you ever been so infatuated with someone that you thought you’d die? My memories are fresh - and embarrassing - there’s no sense of time’s distortion I was twelve and we were living in Shenzhen, China. When my heart went off like a grenade for this fourteen year old boy. I was so beguiled that I started writing poetry - always a bad sign. I was exposed - turned inside out by it, like my guts were hung out for birds to peck. I writhed in that particular, lonely agony. All I ever had to offer him was my helplessness. He didn’t take advantage - I think I scared him. I wonder what memories he took from me?