But what you didn't know,
Was about my first love,
How he visited me, and kissed me
With all the gentleness that you could never have.
He knew I was different,
He knew about the emotional trauma
You had caused me.
I told him about my love for you, and he said
"Baby girl, he doesn't deserve you
You love like Romeo and Juliet,
And it's so pure
that it could kill an angel."
He kissed me again,
But I wished it had been you instead.
Now, honey,
Don't think I regret letting him kiss me
He gave me back a little piece of myself
And a little piece of the girl
That you had crushed with your fingertips.
But what you didn't know,
Is that once you break something,
It comes back twice as strong.
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A Toast, to Us
PoetryThis, is a toast to us. For all of us who have been beaten into the ground, and refused to stay down. We are powerful. ---------------------------- Poems for those who have suffered for far too long.
