This is a poem about the one I let slip through my fingers. I still haven't gotten over it and I still think about our first date; my heart still flutters. And yet it also aches to remember how stupid I was. I found a boy that actually liked me; that reciprocated my feelings. And I turned away from it, to pursue a boy who did the exact opposite. Pointlessly tangled up in someone else, I never told him the extent of my care for him, I never told him that my very first words about love type feelings were actually about him. Five months passed and I couldn't even look at him, let alone tell him these things. Once on a hot night, goaded on by my liquid courage, I tried to tell him these things, or at least begin to. Upon restarting a friendly conversation, he told me about the woman in his life and how happy he was; how could I be upset at that? My heart isn't broken, I will definitely go on, but every now and then, the thoughts bounce around in my memory. So my words do have a lesson behind them. If given the opportunity to be happy and to possibly love, do not live a life of 'What if'.
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Chutes and Ladders: Vol. 1
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry over the past year. It's a very intimate thing for me to share; every word has a back story. I hope you enjoy
