E....E-R-I-C
I wrote about you once upon a time, when I didn’t have the greatest ability to rhyme.
With you or even with my words but you didn’t care, but frankly you never knew.
When I was writing poems about you and everything new, I didn’t tell for you probably would have told me it was silly.
Just like I was when I let you break my heart for the first time, and I welcomed you back without a second thought.
But who am I kidding, I thought about it everyday, the way you had told me you thought she was the most attractive girl, your “ideal” type.
Next thing I know you fell into your self-made hype, and put your lips and hands on her skin the way you did mine.
The love for you would still shine.
It would shine in my eyes until I saw her, I would bury the knowledge down and swallow my frown. And then I’d see her.
Eventually all was forgiven but not really
You went to college, deep down I knew it was going to happen, but I really held on to the hope that you wouldn’t do that to me again cause you saw how bad it hurt me to begin with.
But you did it once and you did it twice.
for months I was downing shot after shot, I get drunk and have a hangover that hurt almost as bad as the heartbreak that continued to shake.
It continued to shake my armor, the one I worked so hard to make and just like that it was gone.
Three months, I don’t remember any of it, but I know during those three months, I remembered all of it. All of us.
E....E-R-I-C
We were bestfriends once upon a time when I couldn’t rhyme, not with you, not with me
But now I’m free