From five to twenty I've crushed hopelessly
Without it, I wouldn't be me
Here's a quick and funny story
It's cute, and nostalgic and a little bit goryI forgot about the boy I married in kindergarten
We divorced in 1st grade in my mind
Because to another girl he was too kind
To tell him we were over I must have forgottenFirst guy I was ever head-over-heels for
I saw on Bumble a year or so before
MILF-Hunter his bio says now
All I say to that is Wow...Third boy's last name rhymed with a cheese
Not sure why I liked him but I was 13
Feelings faded when my mother died
I don't really care, no one lost any prideFour was I guy I wish had never let in my life
Friend for three years then the friendship died
Led me on and hurt a friend
You can see why that one had to endAt fifteen another friend of mine
Only lasted a month and that was fine
Cried a little too hard for no reason
I guess that's all part of the growing seasonNo one mattered again until college
I spent high school focusing on knowledgeA young man was friendly
We spent a couple months growing close
We cuddled & he tried to kiss me
Just to admit a friend was all he seesMy first kiss happened before Halloween
A first date from an app with a stranger
Felt like it was stolen & lost meaning
Only one date, I said peace out, laterOnly here do we find any real romance
A dude who was sweet and liked me back
Finally at eighteen I could dance the dance
Intuition and security back then I lackedA month after I severed those ties
I dried my face and wiped away my cries
Went on a date with another guy
Kissed all night til I felt highSummer brought a bit of a fling
A dude who was more avoidant that me
I read his mind and he said bye
Never minded, never saw him to marryAlas we all have the one that'll never be
The one we shroud in our fake mystery
Call ourselves delusional just for fun
I'd rather him be a friend than make him runCurrently I feel content
Never thought I'd feel that sentiment
Not sure right now where my path leads
But I'll follow it blindly through the weeds
(March 14th, 2024)
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Learning Curves: A Poetry Collection
PoetryMy inner, un-filtered monologue. May be triggering (mentions of suicidal ideation, self-harm, addiction, SA, and more)