And if I am blessed with one,
you'll be the story I tell my daughter one day,
when she can't get out of bed,
because the boy who gave her everything,
is now the thought that is comparable to bones breaking.
I'll tell her about the boy I sat next to in math class,
the boy who made me fall in love
in the first two weeks of the tenth grade.
I'll tell her that you taught me what love was,
and then after 6 perfect months,
you taught me heartbreak.
I'll tell her how I cried every night,
for nearly two months straight.
But I'll also tell her it didn't last forever.
I'll make sure she knows; new love will come.
The boy that left her stranded,
won't always have a place in her heart.
She won't always feel the need
to drown his memory in whiskey.

What I won't tell her is
that the sound of your name still
makes me cringe
and if I could have you back,
I would by now.