no matter how much i dreamed of you being part of my future,
i'm beginning to accept
that fate has other plans for us.
one day, instead of saying,
"your father was my first and last love,"
i'll sit with my daughter late into the night,
talking about you.
there will be stars in my eyes,
butterflies in my stomach,
and an ache in my heart
as i tell her about the love i couldn't keep.
and when she falls in love for the first time,
instead of warning her that
"your first love isn't always your last,"
i'll tell her to fight—
to fight for what she wants,
to fight until she has nothing left,
to fight until she wins or finds peace in letting go.
i'll make sure she handles love better
than i did with you.
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trying to do some poetry
Poetryhi, my name is vanessa and i'm just ''trying to do some poetry''. it's a way to get along with my thoughts and to deal with them. instead of overthinking everything, i started to write. to transform those bad, overwhelming thoughts into beautiful po...
