At twelve you did the unspeakable. You fell in love. You experienced a kind of love you couldn't feel anywhere else. A two minute hug in the hall between classes only felt like a second. A kiss on the cheek was enough to send your toes curling and roses to your cheeks. An arm around your waist and a "Baby get over here," was enough to make your heart pound. Love was enough to make you forget everything else. Love was enough to set sail under a rose tinted sky leaving behind worries of a bitter past. Love was enough to forget about troubles at home or with friends. His encouragement was enough to get you straight A's year round. You were sure everyone could see the pink sky and smell the flowers in the air.
     But it was only an illusion. The pink sky hid a black hole who's sight was set on you, because it was your sky and not everyone elses. The flowers in the air was to cover up the smell of rotting dreams. The flower field you had left your love behind had disappeared and its traces only a memory. The sky began to melt and the air turned to smog and you found your self fighting to stay alive. You were thrown into a world where nothing made since and school wasn't as important as the rent money.
     Your mother tried to hide it from you but you always saw the red notices under her bed. You were forced to move around and around while you watched your mother switch lovers every year, because the bills needed to get paid. You watched her struggle as she tried to keep you away from it but you were always more attentive than she though. You helped her study when she went back to school. You watched her brake your promises one after the other. You began to resent her as you did your father. You dreamed of getting out. You dreamed of finding love, no matter who's arms they were in. You dreamed of finding love comparable to a twelve year old who remained hidden behind rose shade glasses.