Dear Past Loves
I hope you never find this, but maybe I do
Dear past loves
When I said you’ll always have a piece of my heart, I meant it
To my very first love, I’m glad you figured out who you wanted to be, I’m sorry our path didn’t continue together, some days I still dream of our house by the ocean, with 3 little redheaded kids and a cat and dog on our couch, you would be the designer, and I would have a little shop.
To my second love, your love was a burning fire and I’ve always been drawn to warmth. I’m sorry I let you burn, what I thought was a campfire, was a forest fire. Something, someone I couldn’t save. You became a phoenix and I’m glad you found someone to fly away with.
Dear my most hated love, I’m not sure when it became so sour. Was it when you stopped seeing me? I transformed in your eyes into a doll, a therapist, a bag for your problems. The weight you threw at me left me scarred and bruised. When you hurt me how could you be so callous? you went from holding me while I cried to making me cry so you could hold me.
to my newest love, my heart is too damaged for this. Your immaturity hurt me, and my nativity fed it. I wish we could have been better for each other than we were.
