Eric...

You were terrible.
I can still feel your fingers at my throat and your words like saw blades on my heart.
I can feel my distrust for you. I can still feel the sting of your neglect and abuse.
But I can't help but feel those same fingers brushing against my cheek..
That same tongue telling me I'm your future and your love..
I can still feel whispers of my intense love for you.
And though I can never be with you again, never ride the back roads with you, never hold you, never again kiss you, I do sometimes wish I could...
You were the first person I ever truly loved.
I miss loving someone.

This poem is about: 
Me

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Corrie Pearson

Good poem I really like it thanks for sharing!

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