And he will never forget that. He will never forget how fiercely I loved him. He will never forget the sacrifices I made to be with him. He will never forget how much I cherished him when he was mine. I will never forget that either. I will never forget the feeling that spread through my body the first time I saw him. I will never forget the heat that flooded my nerves the first time I felt his lips pressed to mine. I will never forget when I found what home felt like the first time his arms wrapped around me. I won't forget one detail about him. I don't forget his eyes, his lips, or his calloused hands. But I think overall the thing that will stick with me forever is the sheer pain I felt when he broke my heart.
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From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
