We all know boys will never stop playing their horrid tricks,
And some girls take the dangerous road just for kicks.
But we decide every single choice now for ourselves,
Forgetting the things our mothers spoke on dusty shelves.
I had chose you to be with me for a good reason,
I'd never date a guy just to have some fun teasin'.
We'd always have our closer times alone together.
Trust, we'd keep each other safe from harsh weather.
We shared our secrets and tried to keep every promise,
Every meeting being comfortable and less conscious.
Yet secretly I found flaws and little lies you held from me,
wishing I had still gone to get an education over seas.
I had sacraficed so much and recieved too little,
Soon enough my formerly warm heart grew brittle.
Now too tender to touch and too hurt for you to hold,
You shoved it in my chest with poor stitchin; blood cold.
I wept for myself hugging my pillow at night,
Wishing your big eyes were a common sight,
I let my heart heal with tears and pure time,
Writing these words to you line after line.
It took me long enough to finally recognize
The fake and surreal look of love in your eyes.
Now I know that you're nothing but my past,
And you wish you didn't let go of such a catch.
You were just another rough moutain to climb up,
another red sign to make me stop,
another dry desert to make me suffer,
and another strong hurricane to make me tougher.
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