To think of all the nights I stayed up praying for you. It leaves me even more stained than the first time. To think, every moment was so precious, I would never regret any of it. Regardless of what anyone says, you were never my mistake. Your absence has left traces of nothing but beautiful self regression. I never knew how beautiful I truly was. I got caught up in trying to appease unpleasant people. So much so that I had lost my self somewhere along the way. I redesigned every trace of my DNA. It's hard to even recognize me anymore
I don't meant to push too hard. I just want you to know, that your name never leaves my lips. I didn't mean to confuse fate with destiny
I didn't mean to confuse intimacy with insanity
I didn't meant to hurt you in the process of trying to protect me.
See,
You were never my first.
I've been hurt before,
I've been stained before,
I had laid myself delicately in someone else's arms. And they broke me.
You were never my mistake, but I always meant to apologize; I apologize for allowing my past to consume me. I apologize for expecting to be loved more than you were capable of.
I apologize.
I will never not think of you.
It will break me every time.
But your name will never leave my lips.
I will never give up on us.
Even if matrimony becomes me.
You will always be
My First... Real love
-Missroub
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Growth
PoetryGrowth; something that has grown or is still growing. I consistently find myself doing the things I don't know how to do in order to learn how to do them. I've taught myself to grasp the fact that change is inevitable, growth is optional. I understa...
