A Brief History Lesson, Followed By Some Poetry

So. A long, long time ago, back when I was in middle school and high school, I used to write a lot. Like, a lot. Poetry, short stories, long stories, anything my mind could come up with. Then, my senior year, I had a teacher accuse me of plagiarism. I was investigated for two weeks, they went back through everything I had written, looking for similarities. Of course, there were none. But it left a bad taste in my mouth, and I stopped writing. Nothing more than a grocery list for about a decade. And then I discovered this site and fanfiction and I started writing again. A happy ending, I should say.

With that bit of background in mind; the last time I was home in Pa, my mom decided that I we needed to clear out the storage area in the attic. In there, I found a sealed box with my handwriting all over it. I didn't even recognize it. It's a time capsule, really, filled with my old writing that I haven't seen in years. I'm going to type everything up and save it on my drive. I figured, why not share the odd one? I'll label them in the blog title, so feel free to ignore them.

Laters.

This one is about an old boyfriend. It's pretty self explanatory.

I Used To Love Him

I used to love him

before all of the fighting,

before all the anger.

rage, ate at us like a cancer.

I used to love him

back when he called me daily,

back when he called me 'baby'

back when I loved him too

I used to love him,

when the sun shone down

warming his skin

first thing in the morning

I used to love him,

his smooth, brown skin,

his blue/black hair

dark as sin

I definitely used to love him,

when we were quiet

just existing, loving

I used to love him,

when he would open up for real

about his mother, his father issues

anything he would feel

I used to love him,

because his soul was beautiful

and his love was powerful

I used to love him,

and I know he used to love me

I also know

we were never meant to be

I used to love him,

with his smile like the sun

I used to love him,

but he just wasn't the one

I used to love him,

before got petty and low

when it was affectionate,

not anger he would show.

I used to love him,

when I could trust him,

when he loved me right

before the feelings began to dim

I really loved him.

Then.