Before you, there was another girl.
I was never at home when I lived with
her.
We alternated silence with varied
arguing.
We didn't see eye to eye on anything.
I'm not sure how it stretched out to
more than a fling.
To top it off, I had no idea what I was
doing.
So if I ever get halfway to that point
with you,
Tell me. Wasting this for that, I
would rather not do.
The concept for this poem was lifted directly from the novel I'm working on, called "The Cycle." I think it was better executed and more poetic in prose form.
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