although i was young
i was certain
that
i found the right guy.
but no one taught me how to love right.
no one taught me
what a good guy is suppose to act like.
so i had false information
that i made up myself.
i thought a respectable man meant him
occasionally being there.
occasionally hugging me.
occasionally kissing me.
little was i to know, that
the key word there
is
"occasionally."
when it should've been
"always."
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poetrythis has no order. but a broader meaning. this is for you. the man who broke me.
