A Painful memory

Sitting in a class,
Slowly drifting away,
With only one thought,
On my mind.

I want to look back,
And say I remember my first love,
Sure I can do that now,
But it’s just a painful memory.

A memory that should never be,
Experienced ever again,
There was so much blood,
From my heart.

I want to look back,
And say I remember my first love,
Sure I can do that now,
But it’s just a painful memory.

My eyes are stained red,
My heart is permanently broken,
My smile is fake,
And what you see is only the beginning.

I want to look back,
And say I remember my first love,
Sure I can do that now,
But it’s just a painful memory.

When I awake,
I’m covered in my own tears,
And each morning,
I feel my heart break all over again.

I want to look back,
And say I remember my first love,
Sure I can do that now,
But it’s just a painful memory.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010