I was only eighteen when you gave me my first kiss.
I was so nervous I nearly missed.
I was smiling so much you kissed my teeth.
You said after just one month “I love you” and my heart dropped.
I said “I love you too”, but I knew I couldn’t love you that soon.
It was the perfect summer love,
a summer haze.
I was half innocent
and half negligent.
You, were infatuated.
Then one day you moved away and we agreed our love would remain.
I missed you dearly.
It hurt not to have you near me.
I couldn’t take it anymore and I said “baby here I come!”
You said “****, here she comes”
What happened?.
You showed your true colors.
Suddenly your words fluttered.
I then knew your feelings had changed.
I thought for while.
You thought for a while.
I knew you were to weak to do it so I did it for you.
I told you “I guess its over, congratulations your the first person to break my heart”.
I had saved my first kiss,
To have it end like this?.
At the moment I was in shock and wasn’t sad at all.
The next day was hell my heart still had your spell.
I wanted to take my heart
out so I wouldn’t feel anymore.
The pain was unbearable.
I would've loved you forever.
Now its been four years and my heart belongs to another,
now my heart flutters.
It’s funny how one nail takes out another.
I saw you once more and my heart felt for you no more.
You called and wrote but sorry my love is no longer yours.
And what’s ironic is that history repeats itself.
Now that other who replaced you is being replaced with someone new.
So now I have learned that life goes on and love kills no one.
-E.G

Don't love me,
If your not ready to love me,
Deeply
If you can fathom,
without me,
living despite me.
Don't love me,
If your lungs don't breath
for me
If your heart doesn't beat
for me

You'll love me,
for my hair and how its smells
for my smile and my one dimple
for my hourglass figure
for my intelligence and how well I can convince you of anything
for my dark eyes and stare
for my flat feet and strong hands
for my intense personality which might make me look a bit crazy at times
for my cooking
for my great massages which put you to bed
for my random kisses all over your face
for my hugs and how you can feel my love
for my tom boy ways
for my love for God and my family
for my caring nature and deep passionate love
for my maturity and support
for my jealousy
for my humor
for my wiseness
for my walk
or maybe not.....
-E.G

I’m tired of missing you.

I’m tired of waiting.

I’m tired of unkept promises.

I’m tired of the back and forth travelling.

I ‘m tired of school.

I’m tired of thinking about the past.

I’m tired of fighting about the past.

I’m tired of the pressure.

I’m tired of the guilt.

I’m tired of my divided life.

I’m tired of thinking about the future.

I’m tired of owing so much money.

I’m tired of being scared of your private thoughts.

I’m tired of playing pretend.

I’m tired of being so suspicious.

I’m tired of being skeptical.

I’m tired of my self consciousness.