Girlishly wrote this about the wrong kind of man, because I was blindsided in a way that no one should ever be. Reading over it still brings a tear to my eye.
This was the very first poem I wrote. It always give me a nostaligic sense of how far (I believe) that I've travelled.
This is based on a conversation had on Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend of this year. It is raw and painful and I don't know what to do.
