This poem isn't one about boys. This poem isn't a tribute to the girls Who got their hearts broken by an idiot. But I pray for them too.
This poem is not plea for attention, This poem is not a bargaining chip.
This is to the little girls who's Fathers hurt them more Than any boy ever could This is an ode to the girls who cry over An abandoned office. This is for the warriors who fought through the pain.
You've wondered if it was your fault. You've wondered if there was anything You or anyone could've done. The nights you've seen pass by As you contemplate why he didn't stay Are countless.
You've written poems about the Emptiness you've felt Because of his absence. You've rehearsed in your mind what it would Be like If he came back. You've thought about how it would be If life were perfect.
This is the first part of this poem. It's fairly lengthy so I'm breaking it up into parts. I hope you enjoyed Part One!