Fresh. New. Exciting. Everything you were. Not afraid to question my beliefs or call me out. I did the same for you. Our first conversation was a debate.
You tried to put the moves on me, and though I was clearly interested, I just kept telling you how wrong you were and how I could clearly prove it. Sneaking in grins between your glances elsewhere.
I told you I wasn't going to try to impress you. Lie one. You simply chuckled and said that I SHOULD be aiming to impress someone with your good looks. And they were good. But I was just myself, and it was easier not to try with strangers.
You weren't that for long though. It took all of one conversation before I was sold. Completely swooning. Caught in the charm. The attention. The heart-to-hearts. And you were too.
Swapping playlists and kisses. Saying that we'd always be there for each other. Lie two. Watching the clocks at school for completely different reasons. This time I actually had something worth while to wait for.
And I did wait. A long time. Until it became unbearable and our love-filled debates turned into arguments about how to fit each other in. And simple issues turned to WWIII. That was the death of us, I believe.
So we broke. Into a million pieces. I couldn't handle it and I was so hurt and confused and scared that the final words I spoke to you were "I don't love you." Lie three.
So this is my first poem in quite some time. I apologise if it's not up to par, but this is what I came up with. Tell me what you think.
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