You were my first love
The first kiss, the first touch
Wanted so long to be with the one
To get for real what I dreamt of so much
Perhaps it was this that caused me to ignore
The alarm that went off in my heart
I had the optimism of the inexperienced
So in ignorant bliss I pressed start
Anger consumes me when I think back
Some at you but more at me
You were what you were and I knew it
It’s my fault I chose not to see
But I have to ask, what were you thinking?
Were you even thinking at all?
Did you not at least get the tiniest pang of guilt
When you treated me as worthless and small?
When you shouted at me in anger
For something I’d supposedly done wrong?
When you slipped into one of your terrible moods
So suffocating, so long?
Did you not just once step outside yourself
And see you through my eyes?
See how you could go from one I loved
To one whom I began to despise?
If I had treated you as you treated me
How would that have felt?
Could you have stayed with me through it all
If you’d received the shit you dealt?
Would you have let me break promises to you
And forgiven me again and again?
Would you have lived with years of madness
And managed to keep yourself sane?
But the real madness was me not drawing the line
Long before I got burned
Still, I know now love isn’t all or enough
Thank you for the lesson learned
The author
Nazira F. Vania

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