A Poem to the Love of My Life

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To the love of my life, whom I would have given my life for. You told me how much I meant to you, then you left me. I know I should hate you, but I can't bring myself to. I just hope you are happier now than when you were with me.

Submitted: May 11, 2017

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A Poem to the Love of My Life

 

When I was eleven years old I choked  
standing on the stage at the talent show,  
too afraid to say a word,  
forgetting the next verse  

 

Backstage when the curtains were closing,  
found my heart, sad and broken,  
too embarrassed to show my face,  
when you came through the fray  

 

We were young and scared and naive 
couldn't wait till we were eighteen,  
when we'd drive  away on a country road,  
leaving them all alone at home  

 

We planned the future on a sunny day,  
just the two of us alone at last,  
not a single turned head or angry glance,  
no one to ruin our plans 

 

 

When I was fifteen years old I froze,  
too afraid to ask her to go,  
wondering if she'd say yes,  
knowing it would never last 

 

A shaking hand and a crack in my voice,  
I turned away from the choice,  
knowing the only one I'd want to see,  
was you on the dance floor with me  

 

We were young and scared and naive 
couldn't wait till we were eighteen,  
when we'd drive  away on a country road,  
leaving them all alone at home  

 

We planned the future on a sunny day,  
just the two of us alone at last,  
not a single turned head or angry glance,  
no one to ruin our plans 

 

 

When I was eighteen years old I left home,  
in that truck with it's dusty windows,  
cruising on empty road, 
you beside me in the passenger seat 

 

We had no place to go,  
know one to tell us it wasn't so,  
no one to look with angry eyes,  
when you took me by the hand  

 

I was young and scared and naive 
too afraid to admit what you meant to me,  
knowing word travel fast in a small town,  
wondering what mom would say if she found out  

 

Because people hate what they don't understand, 
and now it was just the two of us alone at last,  
looking towards the future,  
planning on never turning back  

 

 

When I was twenty years old I ended up all alone,  
wondering if you were ever coming home,  
hoping it wasn't the end,  
but knowing I would never see you again  

 

You left me there, sad and broken,  
too afraid to go any on longer,  
afraid of what we started,  
wondering if it was all worth it  

 

Because you were young, scared, and naive , 
forgetting the promise we made eighteen,  
ignoring all the sunny days,  
when we planned on going our own way  

 

And here I am at twenty three,  
young and happy and no longer naive 
making sure I don't make the same mistake, 
making sure I don't go back on the promise I made  


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