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My first mistake was thinking that someone could love me as much as I loved them
It seems that no matter how much you care or how much you're there it isn't enough
Ive come to the conclusion that my meaning in life is to make people happy until im not needed anymore
But I need to feel what its like to be needed

I'm always the strong one, but you can only be strong for so long before you begin to crack
Theres only so much weight I can bare on my back
You always seem to be judged by what you lack

I'd like to see you spend just one night in my mind
I can garuntee you won't be fine
Ive never felt so lost
The scars on my arms don't even begin to resemble the scars on my heart
Ive lost a part of me and im no longer who I used to be

Subtelty was never my specialty
and maybe if I was more subtle nobody would be able to see how broken I actually am

Part of me wants to let you go but part of me also wants to watch you grow
My heart is the anchor for your dreaded emotions because when he hurts you I hurt a little bit too
But the saddest part of all is through thick and thin I always have been and will always be there for you
Because I care for you with all my soul
and baby girl thats more than any of them can do
I know this may seem odd.
You’ve probably heard stories about me, some of them may not be such good ones.
That’s why I’m writing this.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She likes someone who cares enough to be there but also lets her be free.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She’s not a materialistic person but remember it’s the little things that count.
Buy her flowers, surprise her with candy. She loves chocolate but not the dark kind so be sure you don’t get it or she’ll give you that grumpy look that is adorable but still means business.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She has a great sense of humor, is loyal beyond belief, has more beauty than meets the eye, and a smile that could end a war.
Admire everything about her.
The way she drinks from a cup as if she was a small child.
The way her eyes crinkle at the corner when she smiles.
The way that she laughs, because you can tell it is so genuine and filled with love.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

She is more of an indoors type of girl. She likes to stay home, relax, maybe watch some tv shows while snuggled up against you.
Though, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to go out.
Take her to a funny movie, take her to a fancy dinner, entice her with a picnic in a park.

Don’t make the same mistake as me.

Don’t take her for granted.
Don’t flirt around with other girls if you get bored.
Don’t **** up your second chance if she gives you on, because she is just that loyal and loving that she will give you one.

Don’t you dare make her cry.

Her tears are the most depressing thing you could possibly witness.
The terrifying sound she makes when she sobs heavily is too much to bare.
I
f you make her cry, be there for her.
Hold her and apologize as she grabs your shirt and pushes her face into your chest.
Console her.
Make a promise to make everything better and actually keep it.

But most importantly of all, don’t make the same mistake as me

Don’t leave her.
My first poem
The most difficult thing is falling for someone who’s fallen for another.
The second most difficult thing is picking yourself right back up.

Because when I look into your eyes all I can imagine is your hips and your thighs pressed against him.
When I see you in pain, I wish it could be me instead because you’re so sweet that you shouldn’t have to bare this burden.

If I could choose between your smile and my own id choose yours every time.
Or at least that’s what I thought until I found myself laying here wondering why I wasn’t good enough.

I feel as if he’s not worthy of your love, but honestly nobody is
You’re the embodiment of everything that is beautiful in this world and I wish you could see that
Regret thrives within all of us and my regret is not knowing you sooner

Most people would say you’re the apple of my eye but I say you’re the Olive of my eye because I want Olive you
and I know that sounds cheesy and it’s corny but that’s all that I know how to be
and luckily for me that’s what’s always brought out your laughter.

I sit here every night with my pen and pad thinking of you, wondering if I’ve crossed your mind at all.
But I know that the only thing on your mind is someone else.

They say the truth hurts and boy it does.
But where there is passion there is wisdom, so from that at least I may grow.

I was lucky enough to find a leaf as lost as I was.
We may have fallen from a different tree but we have fallen the same, overcome by our past mistakes we were left to wither in the wind.
Darling I understand what it feels like to be lost because most recently when I look into your eyes I can’t notice any other thing.

You’re a bar of gold in a sea of mud.
Please darling; don’t believe it any other way.
**My second poem**

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