Overexposed Poem by anais vionet

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?