Good times/Bad times When I think about you now, I try to think of all the fun we had togther. I try and think about your dark eyes and your soft lips. I try to think about the good things, but then I remember you hurting me. That's when I try to stop thinking at all. I remember the laughs we had, I could tell you every joke we shared. I remember your arms wrapped around me. I try to forget the nights you never called me. And your petty stories you had to cover it up. I try and forget all the love I had for you. But then I remember you saying "You know I'll always be there". I remember you waking me up in the middle of the night to hear my voice. I remember you coming to see me and being so happy to do so. I try to forget our song, and that night that we first heard our song, that night when we were really togther. I try forgetting your hands, the ones I ran to in times of need, and the ones that protected me from danger. But it all comes back so clear to me. How do I forget the things that meant so much to me? These things that I may not ever experience again in the same way or with you. Forgetting the bad times, remembering the good times. Or should I do it the other way around, remember the way he hurt me, the way he shot me down. And forget the good times we shared.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem about my first boyfriend when I was 14. Every time I look back at it, it makes more and more sense. Even thought I have moved on, this poem could go for anyone who has had bad experiences with guys, or men. I read some really inspiring poems on this page about love, and what it might mean or just how it is sometimes evil and I thought this would be a good time to let some one else see my work or my life.
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