You Needed Me, Too

--written on 11.2.07

i'm torn in two
you never made it easy loving you
and the boy who was your friend
reveled in your failing glory
bits and pieces
you gave me broken hearts and shattered things
i slept with his jacket, threw yours on the floor
and after all, he admires such a travesty
overdramatic matters
murdering in the night over the prospect of love
but in teenage years, all we ever find is fool's gold
this and that, good and evil
for who decides what is right and wrong?
merely the labyrinths of our minds
and some are better funded than others
and at the very end
will we regret our past decisions?
i very much doubt you will still love me
or i, you
and we will not remember our past lovers
unless it was them who sought forgiveness