This poem was pieces in my head that I tried to put together but I don't know how I like it

Teenage Love

is something you shouldn't experience in your twenties.

You should know better than that.

Funny, isn't it? How all of the sudden you're too old?

when your whole life you've been told you're too young.

too young for alcohol

too young for drugs

too young for sex

and gambling, and curses. 

Even when you're old enough you're told

you shouldn't.

it isn't worth it.

on and on and on. 

But who are they to step into your life and tell you

what you can experience?

and when.

and how.

Who are they?

Those who tell you how to act with your body

react with it

feel

the motions and the movements.

What do they know about your experience?

how you feel inside your bones when you 

see.

a bright flower

hear.

the ocean

tremble. 

as you explore a lovers' body

I say no.

No!

no to your bullshit about happiness.

what's mine isn't yours to take.

I've got sunshine,

desire,

commitment.

And I'm not about to let it go.

I'm not too young for anything.

My body isn't yours to control. 

I will wake it,

shake it,

let it see and hear and tremble all it wants.

I will experience my body.