Her presence, I always wanted. With a face I thought kissed by an angel, and an attitude kissed by the devil, but sweet to me. She was my first real love. With a bond that lasted exactly 364 days. She changed on me, she became something we all hated. She just wouldn't believe me when I told her she is worthy. She had a big dream, a bad one, but still one nonetheless. She wanted to be popular, she felt if she could be popular, she would feel at least a little important. It all changed, when she got the chance. She knew she had one shot to make this right, and immediately, she lost herself. She got what she wanted, yes, but it came with a side effect of makeup, lack of trust, and a personality so fake she couldn't be recognized. Of course, I loved her through it, so did she. Then there came a day, where she felt to become more popular, she needs to drop her boyfriend. That she did, the day before anniversary. That was the night I had my first crash.

Hurt welled up inside of me like an incoming tidal wave. It went in and crushed any happiness I felt.

With hurt came anger like small sea creatures, burrowing themselves in the sand of my being. It festered until I could stand it no more.

Finally relief arises in the receding wave, making things just a bit more bearable.

Crushed like an apple

Under the boot of your love

It hurts worse than a rattlesnake

Biting me through my eyes,

Into my stomach

Did I do something wrong

Did I not love you enough

Did I love you prematurely

Was it wrong of me to feel for you

They warned me of ensuing doom

I closed the door to their words

Locked the room till it was us two

And you've gone and left me alone

Again

Just like all the rest

Oh how I feel you under my breast

Your heart truly was the best

For it cut through my chest

All at my own

Behest