It’s times like this when all the nausea comes flooding back.
All the memories, the fleeting moments he and I had together, always skirt the edge of my mind. They aren’t happy memories, they never were. But I just can’t let go…
I was his before she ever was. I’ve done more than she ever could.
And he isn’t hers anymore.
So why isn’t he mine?
I need to accept the truth, that he carves a path of destruction, one I happened to be walking as he came along. And I was left far behind.
He can tell me to “chill” or “relax,” but I can’t. Not around him.
I was nothing more than a toy, something to screw.
And now I’m a mess. And he doesn’t care.
So, high school girls, please, listen:
Yeah, you’ve heard it before, but take it from someone who knows. Guard your heart.
High school is no place for love. Not when people like him can take you, break you, and leave you. He may think he loves you know, but don’t be fooled.
And don’t give yourself away.
Don’t fall in love yet.
Just live.
Tags: heartbreak, high school, high school love, high school sex, love, sex, teen love, teen sex
October 13, 2007 at 6:02 pm |
awsome poem alex love it yay!!!!
November 9, 2007 at 8:13 am |
What you said in this is not at all new. It is an experience with most of the girls. Don’t allow him to encroach your body in the first place. You girls read an English improvment program called “Learn English through Love & Romance” which is an essential tool for all youngsters whether you are a boy, girl, man or woman. Whether you are a virgin or a vetaran with a plan to deflower as many virgins as possible, just go through that wonderful product, it will give you wisdom along with teaching English to global level. Cheers.