I picked up my stuff today,
I didn't cry on the way there,
When I circled your block,
Three times before pulling in,
I didn't cry when I got off the porch,
But then I put everything in my car,
And I got in and broke,
The cry where you wanna scream,
But not a sound comes out.
I drive home, silent tears,
Streaming down my face.
I'm not ready for this to be over.
Leaving every part of you on that porch.
I got home and pulled out the clothes.
I wish for anything they didn't smell like you,
The cologne you wear mixed,
With the same laundry detergent,
That you always use.
I then looked at the notes,
All the things I've written to you,
Over the past three years,
sitting at the bottom of the box.
Why did you give them back?
I know why, I told you,
Whatever you don't want give to me,
But I wish you would've kept those,
Even if you burned them until,
All that's left is ash.
But I didn't want to know,
That you want every memory of me forgotten,
Pretending like I was never there.
YOU ARE READING
A Girls First Love - A collection of poems
PoetryThis is a dedication to my first love. He is someone who changed me for the better, I won't ever be able to forget him. To this day I still love him in a way, even through how badly he hurt me.
