I feel this piece has an element of correlation with mature love. I say element because this poem has grew up alongside me and so its thematic relevance to maturity has only just came about. I wrote this as a 15 year old girl in love with a 15 year old boy. It was the first thing I had written for myself and without academic restrictions. At this time I had tried to change everything about myself to mold into what this boy deemed “perfect” – and it worked. The next four years I had continued to write an abundance of poems regarding friends, family, emotion and everything else introspective but I always was drawn back to this first embark into writing. I made tweaks in structure and changed words and eventually, about 4 months ago, I altered the ending of the poem which turned out to be a blind foresight into the disintegration of my first love and the end of an era, to be dramatic.
What I’m trying to say is that this poem, this array of eighty-something words, has helped me through such a significant coming-of-age experience and I feel this truly portrays the power of language. So I have decided to leave this as the end product and hold it accountable for the my understanding of mature love.