First dates
Your first date with your new girlfriend
was in a church
This is accidentally spilled to me
She said, the spiller in question, that our first date was betterOur first date was in a field
Thought we never called it that then.
The weather was miserable
I got my bum wet
You offered a piece of clothing as cover up
I refused
As I didn't want to feel like a possession
I didn't tell you this
As we never put dating into words
Never called each other girlfriend out loud
Never kissed
Never made out
Never held hands
But we sat in this park
You pretending to be a pirate
Me laughing
Although for weeks before
My stomach had been churning at the thought.I saw your house for the first time
And your parents scared me in a way
I still don't understand
Maybe as we nearly went to childline in year 7
For one of the million ways you weren't like usIt was awkward
We didn't know what to do
Google didn't help
But in the end we still found a game
To laugh along at.It hurts now
But it also hurt then
As with you
I always thought the worst would happen
Because, well it often did
My brain looks towards these happy anomalies
To find another way to hurt
Comparing your new relationship with ours
I have to remind myself
That our relationship
Was really yours
It was about the things you did
You thought
You said
And the way you messed me up
So only you would understand me.I don't understand
How I let myself become a possession.
I suppose I thought
If I let you shape the girlfriend you wanted
You would be happy.But whatever you did
I never would've chosen a churchNotes
I've started trying to write a poem every day and just chosen one that I liked the best. As at the moment poems either come out good the first time or I've got to do some drastic editing. I didn't think I'd like this one. It's annoying that the best of my poems are still about her1 as I really just don't want anything to be about her anymore. I'm really sick of everything revolving around her, even now I don't talk to her anymore. But it just came out so perfectly. Like how it's describing a positive memory but it's there's something wrong in the background. 7/10. (Thanks for 4 followers)
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