He Was Mine Poem by Stell Ryser
He Was Mine
He was mine.
The way he held me tight.
He was mine.
The way his warm lips kissed my frostbitten ones.
He was mine.
The way he said he loved me after every fight I started.
He was mine.
The way he picked me up after I fell by shoving him away.
He was mine.
The way our hands trembled after we hung up the phone saying out last goodbyes.
He was mine.
The way we attempted again and again.
He was mine.
The way he held her hand.
He wasn't mine anymore.
-The way I stupidly treated and hurt him.
Somebody regretting being ultimately dumb towards somebody they might have loved and who might have loved them.
truth be told, I was the one very hurt in the end. after writing this poem I would later find out that he did much more than I was aware of. it is truly sad that it came out that way. but, that is in the past, I am now happily engaged to a man that treats me better.
Great beginnings, Stell - - Keep it up! And by the way, Welcome to Poem Hunter! : -)
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BUT HE IS STILL URS AS AN EVERLASTING MEMEORY KINDLY DO READ MY Moms Smiles be kind