3 Years

3 Years

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This is a poem of basically my past 3 years with a guy who I really liked, and finally I give up after 3 years and I want to get over him. I never wanted to admit I loved him... but aye look at that I do and it sucks because he doesn't acknowledge it after the countless attempts of show him my love and doing everything in my will power to just make him happy and let him know he's loved and doesn't need to run back to his stupid ex who used him and ripped his precious perfect heart to piece and then stomped on it. Please vote, comment, give me feed back its kind of a rough poem write, I've had a bad day and crying since I got home from work so I needed to get it out in words... sorry if its bad, but I hope you enjoy it.
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Alex.. That's all I remembered that summer night 3 years ago.. It was my 19th birthday and I was celebrating at the beach house, like we always did. Together. This summer was different. This summer was magical.. However, All I could remember was the tanned skin, in my bed, the morning after, cursing under his breath, searching for his clothes. All I remembered was his first name, after I peeked at a message that lit up on his phone, asking "Where are you, Alex? It starts in an hour." I remember the day before, but due to the alcohol in my system, it still was a blur. All i remember was the steamyness we shared and that he was in a rush, saying absoluetly nothing. Until he was gone.. I have been to that beach house every birthday since.. It's like he vanished and was only a memory. He only existed that one day on my 19th birthday. The laughs, the sun, the warm fuzzy feeling. It was perfect. Until it was gone. Vanished. It was the only time I felt like me, warm fuzzy, in the beach I loved, the mysterious man I met just that morning at breakfast who I spent the entire day with, it was the first summer I felt like myself ironic enough, falling for a man who i just met, He made me feel alive more than ever. He sent a spark in me. It was the first and only summer, I felt pretty inside AND out. Until I saw him.. 10 feet away from me. A beautiful woman attached to his hip, arm around her and PREGNANT. My world crashes around me and I can't breathe.

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