By Edith Saldano
I was seven
And he made me giggle
And he made me want to share crayons with him
And he made me pick daisies
I was twelve
And he made me laugh
And he made me want to share songs with him
And he made me smell roses
I was fifteen
And he made me nervous
And he made me want to share moments with him
And he made me plant a garden
But I was fifteen
And he made me cry
And he made me want to die
And he made me hate my garden
Now I was eighteen
And he made me numb
And he made me almost kill myself
And he destroyed my garden
