I was barely a teen then,
A young girl who doesn't really know what life is.
The worst thing that could happen to me,
According to my believe was detention.
The best thing was him accepting me.
I wrote uncountable letters
And signed them with my lips,
Not knowing it was a waste of time.
Guess I knew, but I was just blinded.
I willingly blindfolded myself.
I spent most nights composing letters.
I woke up early to write love poems.
All for nothing, useless.
Each time I remember,
My check turns red in embarrassment.


© @gwrites09