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And That's Why.
I want it
And that’s why.
It feels good
And that’s why.
I’m rebellious, simplistic, needy, young, and stupid, that’s why.
He’s got a nice face
And that’s why.
He wants it too
And that’s why.
I’m impatient, rash, mature for my age and sheltered, that’s why.
I’m not even in love,
That’s why,
And all the risk—
That’s why.
I’m selfish, childish, restrained and slipping, and that’s why.
I’m tired of waiting
And that’s why.
It doesn’t even matter—
That’s why.
I’m instinctual, near-sighted, untried and willing, that’s why.
Everybody’s doing it,
That’s why.
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You know what? I admit, sometimes I look at the title and keywords and even first line of a poem posted here, and sometimes my first reaction proves to be right on. Sometimes, I'm so far off. When I read "rant" I almost dismissed this as being something that you didn't put much thought or effort in to. (which, maybe you didn't, and that's why you gave it that keyword) BUT, this is a really fantastic piece. I love how you can't really tell if the "that's why" is supposed to go with the comment before or after it, but it doesn't really matter. The one line that i didn't really enjoy, because it broke the rhythm a little was "mature for my age." I feel like that phrase, in itself, is a little redundant-- maybe just "mature but still sheltered" or something else a bit more conscise like that.
Sorry for the monster comment :)
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