Pathetic. But why can’t I forget him?

The moment I met you,

it didn’t take much.

We fell in love,

now my heart you clutch.

In your beautiful hand,

on your beautiful arm.

You shied away,

I turned on my charm.

A little blue pill with molly and glass

put our relationship on turbo,

we were going fast.

I ran from home,

left all that I knew.

To be with my love.

To be with you.

I sit here alone,

wishing and wanting

you to be by my side.

This feeling is haunting

my thoughts day and night.

I lie awake hoping

the words you said were true,

we will soon be eloping.

I pray while I’m here,

your feelings don’t alter.

Last night I had a dream

of you at the alter.

Before I finish this poem,

I want you to know:

Gecko, I love you

fosho<3

This is the poem I cried while writing behind bars. I ran away to be with my first boyfriend, and he didn’t even wait. I was only locked up for 15 days and he had moved on. I haven’t. I haven’t move on at all. He is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I didn’t believe in love before I met him. He is the only person who made me blush just by looking at me. I had baggage. He didn’t care. It would be so much easier to forget him if he were an asshole.