you aren't him
no one will ever be.
if i'm being honest,
he isn't even him anymore.
because
the first boy I ever loved
I loved when we were 8
playing on the playground
the first heartbreak I had
I had when I was 10
two years went too fast
he grew into someone I no longer recognized
all harsh words
and scrutiny
I'm not me anymore
No longer can I look in the mirror
and say I see the 9 year old in love
with a boy who would still make
her hurt today.
you aren't him
which I am thankful for
I don't think my heart,
even 10 years later,
could handle another him
the way you make me feel
reminds of him
all sarcasm
and witt
but now the bite marks
that I'm trying to convince
myself are Love Bites
are still sore.
and yes,
I know I'm looking for validation
in the wrong places.
but so far it's all I can get
your hands rough on my skin
your words rough on my ears
I'm beginning to think
the two of you
are more alike
thank I thought.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
you aren't him
no one will ever be.
if i'm being honest,
he isn't even him anymore.
because
the first boy I ever loved
I loved when we were 8
playing on the playground
the first heartbreak I had
I had when I was 10
two years went too fast
he grew into someone I no longer recognized
all harsh words
and scrutiny
I'm not me anymore
No longer can I look in the mirror
and say I see the 9 year old in love
with a boy who would still make
her hurt today.
you aren't him
which I am thankful for
I don't think my heart,
even 10 years later,
could handle another him
the way you make me feel
reminds of him
all sarcasm
and witt
but now the bite marks
that I'm trying to convince
myself are Love Bites
are still sore.
and yes,
I know I'm looking for validation
in the wrong places.
but so far it's all I can get
your hands rough on my skin
your words rough on my ears
I'm beginning to think
the two of you
are more alike
thank I thought.
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