It’s Just a Compliment

by Elizabeth C., 17

The social contract’s been signed; 
this must have been a fine print line.
So really, I asked for this. 
Lust boils over their lips 
and a flame that I must have lit, 
burns like a wildfire. 
I can cry about the burn, 
but I used to beg to be warm. 
Isn’t that just what this is?

Exton, Pennsylvania