I remember cold air as the curtains flew open
January air filling the room with this mystery feeling
It didn't feel right but it felt necessary
You whispered "nobody has to know" 3x
I was beautiful and You felt fine
I remember the horrible tearing of my innocence as you professed your "love" to me
The passion in your rhythm, I didn't want it to end
I don't remember thinking, felt like I wasn't even there
When it was over, water sprung from my face
Regret? No but it just seemed you were already gone
Like I had disappointed someone
When you were finished you said, I was crazy
when you were finished you said, I’m not like other dudes
When you were finished you said, Don't ever leave me
Days went by I didn't hear from you
I worried, I cried, evidently you had my heart
You second guessed yourself
Wasn't ready for commitment you would later say
Some how it seemed like déjà vu, the day you left
But what ever happened to
"Don't ever leave me"?
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J. Chanel
Going through life as naturally as can be, using poetry as tool to get through
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