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There was this girl...
Who met the angel of defiance, and
Showed him the first lock of lips kiss
In the pool outside of her parents house
He who had a shotgun ready waiting for
The who would steal his daughters
Virginity; or so he believed, so fervently.
I love her; I love her still
In her neurosis with me we hurt the world together,
Sloppily, making out in hallways in front of our teachers and students,
Ha, ha, we, showed, them.
That was our way of true love-
That was our way of needing each other-
But then there was one day when I realized the arguments were
Too frequent for forgery.
First love of my life was holding me back,
From high school adventures,
(Breakfast Club style)
It was time to break the ball and chain and be free!
At the cost of her poor heart,
I was the one who hurt her most.
I hated the tears and the pain as she pleadingly stared at me.
I hated seeing her heart break in her eyes, right in front of me.
But I did it anyway.
(Years ago...years ago...)
It wasn’t her fault,
It was mine.
She was understandably confused and angry.
Weren't we all,
Weren't we all.
