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I had never felt like this before;
I was happy for the first time
in my short life.

He held my hand delicately
and kissed me gently
on that first night.

I lay on his chest
keeping time with each heartbeat;
it took my breath away.

He showed me what romance looked like
and he said he loved me
though I didn't believe him.

I gave small pieces of my heart away
but not enough to miss it;
I couldn't risk it.

When goodbye came like a gust,
it made me tremble
from the inside out. 

My apologizes were hollow
like the look in his eyes
where my mistakes burned.

He stared through watery eyes
making sense of heartbreak
until his tears ran him dry.

Now I''m left without pieces of my heart;
he kept them in his clenched fist
when he walked away.