My lovely ten,
It was a summers evening
The boys were out playing;

If only I knew
If only I knew

My teacher said I would do great things,
He would call me his pretty boy,
A notary twig
He would hush my toes,

I wanted to scream,
But the beautiful boy said he could play no more.

I fell in love with her eyes
Her laugh brightens the day
I fell for her voice
I fell for her little quirks
But then she fell for him
And that broke me

if i am a *** what does that make u
you cheated on me not the other way round
you took my innocence
i'm only 16 and was preparing to be a mother  
but i'm a **** because of that something that we both had a part in
so how am i a *** ?

you're that type of love that never leaves
the kind that hurts you physically because they know you wont love them the same
you're that type of love that stalks at night
the kind that sits in the corner of the room and never seems to move
the type that never becomes anything  
the type that never goes away no matter how hard you try to forget all the little moments
the type that will hurt you for an eternity

And in the blink
of an eye,
she fell in love.

And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.

and once again i fell into a pile on the floor
crumbled into the lack of person i am
i have lost everything
i am nothing,
but a pile of ***** clothes on my bathroom floor.

One day,
she stopped believing in their narrative
when the reasoning---
---or rather excuses
started sounding like sloppy fiction
When the words that held her
didn't parallel with his actions---
and when she saw how
his persona
turned out to be
just her wild imagination


(051121)
-c.s.