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didn't you know?
that he took a girl home
after your first date?
and kissed her
when the clock struck twelve?
didn't you know
that he wrote a letter to Jess?
"I miss you," it says
when he whispered I love you
into your innocent, gullible ears?
didn't you know
that his eyes
always sparkle with delight
when he passes Audrey in the hallway?
but never, ever
show the faintest of wonder
when they found you?
oh, darling, please don't think
that you're special to him
no. please don't compare him
to the moon and the stars
for he never
lights you up
in the dark
don't compare him to the sun, either
for his inky pools
were never swimming with passion
when you tentatively leaned in
and brushed your pink, plump lips
against his cold ones
for the first time.
oh, darling, please don't ever think,
for a second,
that he's worthy of your love,
he never deserves it.
but please don't think
that you cannot love again.
he may have ruined you,
but a heart of gold like yours
are made to love so deeply,
to touch so warmly
and melt hearts like his.
please don't ever think
that it's too late to love again.
for someday,
when you cross paths,
he'll see that band on your finger
and he'll realize
nine years too late,
that he made the biggest mistake of his life
when he let you go.
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i am deeply sorry if my poetry sucks i swear im trying haha
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry; where i waged wars with my demons and handcrafted words from my black-stained fingertips
