Kenn's Book Of Poems

Experience with Love

Love. That word gives me fear and hope.
Fear of my my past.
The abuse that I went through.
Hope for the future.

My first love.
Long distance. Iowa to California.
It never was to work.
Black hair, dark skin and a little heavier,
she was pretty to me.
But that beauty wasn't what it seemed.
She had periods where she wanted to die
I was the only one there, the only help.
But the distance also affected our minds,
and the relationship became toxic.
My first heartbreak.

My second love.
He was the one that gave the most memories.
He was the one I originally saw my future with.
My best friend's twin brother.
Our first "kiss" was in your house,
the northern lights were shining too.
Back then, we took it slow.
That's what I wanted.
I loved you so much then but now?
I've lost all respect for you.
I don't think you realize what you did to me on the couch.
You raped me. I had said no earlier, but gave in.
I felt forced so I lost my virginity to you.
You called a break the next day.
You broke up with me at Homecoming,
when I had dressed up in something I knew you would like.
Now you won't talk to me.
My second heartbreak and the hardest one.

Now... I'm on my third love.
But, she's different from the rest.
We're both broken in our own ways,
but we fix each other.
I can see this one going somewhere. Somewhere great.
And this time I mean it.
I don't know what the future has in store,
but I hope it involves you.
Our pasts involved one another,
though we were almost seen as enemies.
I now know why you said what you did.
I gave this relationship a shot in the dark.
And I'm finally remembering how to love.