Lost and Found

I loved him, I knew I did.

From the moment I laid eyes on him.

Butterflies and blushing cheeks,

He never had to try hard to impress me.

I'd always steal glances, here and there.

It was almost impossible for me not to stare.

So when the day came around, when he said he liked me too,

I kissed him like there was nobody else in the room.

But you see, I let him consume me.

My thoughts, my hopes, and my dreams.

Soon it became only him I could believe.

Every word that left his mouth I held onto for dear life.

I truly thought one day he'd make me his wife.

Some boys grow older, and they become men.

But he stayed young, even when I needed him.

So our story moved on, from sixteen to twenty.

And when I asked him for more, he decided he had given me plenty.

He found the next best thing, toy if you will.

I never spoke up, but if looks could kill.

I realized his eyes would wander, in and out they'd zoom.

And to him, I was no longer the only one in the room.

Our journey ended on a cold night in January.

I was tired of crying and having the feeling of uncertainty.

He left me there with no remorse.

He had made other plans, took a different course.

And even though I thought I lost everything,

My love, my life, my everything.

Something beautiful came out of all the madness, and crime.

I found myself again, a better me, who I knew once upon a time.