I once new a man that I loved.
I was only seventeen,
when I fell for his racing.
The moment he kissed,
I knew he missed me.
I did things to him which caused him to hate me.
I was young and stupid, but he forgave me.
I loved him even more after he accepted me
but then he took advantage of me.
I now resent him for those things,
but he will never be able to see.
He made mistakes along the way and all I gathered was hatred.
Something inside me woke-up,
I finally had enough.
I tried to pursue things that made me happy,
but he just couldn’t see
that I needed this for me.
I finally stopped everything,
and now I can’t seem to do anything.