Nobody Loves You Like I Do

There are a number of poems I’ve written about this specific person. We’ve not yet made it to his named poem but I had loved this person since I was 19. He was completely wrong for me. He was the stereotypical bad boy. He drank, did drugs…I thought he was so deep, so misunderstood. I thought that I could fix him, that he would change for me. I enjoyed his company and disturbingly loved that I was the one he called in the wee hours of the morning, usually quite drunk. I was young, inexperienced and I suppose I just watched too much television or bought into the fairytale. What I do know is that I truly loved him. Unhealthy or misguided as it was, I did truly and deeply love him and I still have love for him even now. He’s no longer in my life but he was a big part of my past and there he will forever be. And in that way, he played a Cameo.

Sometimes Doors Close

I wrote this poem about someone whom I really loved. He once loved me. However, we missed the window of time when we may have actually been able to have a great relationship. Instead, we remained in each other’s lives until a friendship turned pathetically into a very unhealthy friends with benefits situation. I hate what the friendship/relationship became but even now I can think of him with love and fondness. I know never to go down that road again but I am happy that I felt the love that I feet for him.

This poem is about when we became more than friends. I felt that the timing was perfect but for him so much had changed. I was blind to it but I crossed the very line I never intended to. Looking back on it now it’s good that in that case¬†Another Door Closes. Sometimes things are never meant to be what you thought it could or would be. However, I treasure the experience, I treasure the way that I felt for him in that place and time, and I even now treasure the heartache that I needed to experience in order to be where I am today. I will always love him, and that’s okay.