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I: Dear Diary, It was not hard to understand, The feelings that he stirred in me. I don't really think I was ready, But he had to have his way with me. As he pulled back the coverlet His eyes gleemed in the candlelight. I felt his callused hands upon my newness And trusted him with my life. His words were all I could have wanted As our fingers interlocked, then splayed. Nobody told me how much love hurts, But I loved him, anyway. He gently kissed me on my forehead, And told me not to cry. He used his beautiful lips To kiss tears from my eyes. I knew I had forever changed As I watched him button up his coat. Then he gently reminded, I should not tell a living soul... II: Dear Diary, How could I have known that I would love him, But be left to deal with this alone. I used an alias on the forms, So nobody else will ever have to know. I wondered how I'd feel when it was over, When I've heard the doctor say that he was through. I wonder how long I'll miss my baby. Ending it was all that I could do. As I walked alone along the Boulevard, I realize that I must hurry home. I told them I would be on time for dinner. (God, please don't let them ask where I did stroam) The heart can take a body many places That you never dreamed your soul would go, Can make you do things you never thought you would. Most of all, the heart can lay you low. I wonder if our paths should cross again, Will I tell him of the ended pregnancy. Perhaps if he had not gone away We would have been a wholesome family...
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Two Entries
I: Dear Diary, It was not hard to understand, The feelings that he stirred in me. I don't really think I was ready, But he had to have his way with me. As he pulled back the coverlet His eyes gleemed in the candlelight. I felt his callused hands upon my newness And trusted him with my life. His words were all I could have wanted As our fingers interlocked, then splayed. Nobody told me how much love hurts, But I loved him, anyway. He gently kissed me on my forehead, And told me not to cry. He used his beautiful lips To kiss tears from my eyes. I knew I had forever changed As I watched him button up his coat. Then he gently reminded, I should not tell a living soul... II: Dear Diary, How could I have known that I would love him, But be left to deal with this alone. I used an alias on the forms, So nobody else will ever have to know. I wondered how I'd feel when it was over, When I've heard the doctor say that he was through. I wonder how long I'll miss my baby. Ending it was all that I could do. As I walked alone along the Boulevard, I realize that I must hurry home. I told them I would be on time for dinner. (God, please don't let them ask where I did stroam) The heart can take a body many places That you never dreamed your soul would go, Can make you do things you never thought you would. Most of all, the heart can lay you low. I wonder if our paths should cross again, Will I tell him of the ended pregnancy. Perhaps if he had not gone away We would have been a wholesome family...
I often write from a perspective outside myself, because as much as I am a poet, I am a teller of stories. Two Entries does not argue the case for it's subject matter. It is not based on any personal stories I have heard.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
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