unlove.

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trigger warning.

i was six

when i had my first kiss

i was seven

when that story was told

i was in class when it hit

though i didn’t throw a fit

in the years that followed

my heart became hollowed

i was ten

when they questioned

if i had a crush on this boy

i saw as my best friend

i was seven

when i said i wanted no one

when i said i didn’t want to marry

when i knew i couldn’t carry

the weight i tried to bury

i was fourteen

when i was first asked

i was fourteen

when i was first harassed

i was five

when i decided

love just wasn’t for me

and though i try

to not let my heart bleed

i find myself hurt

by others means

i watch as they fall

as they try to stall

for falling in love

let them soar like a dove

so soar they did

over the pain and problems

ignoring their broken hearts

and all their broken parts

happy valentine’s day

i hope you have

someone there to say

they love this game you play

of pain and denial

of glass laid in a pile

while both of you rile

while you hide behind

a smile…

and while they claim

of picture perfect

you can see where

all the hurt is

they claim this is love

a light push and a shove

when all i want is to run

this doesn’t sound like fun

happy love day

to anyone who will play

but i think i’ll wait another day