Hannah Elizabeth Martin
Played The Fool - Poem by Hannah Elizabeth Martin
The fleeting kisses
So light upon the skin.
The soft mummers of love
Declared to one another.
Oh what foolishness.
The raging emotions
And the lingering aroma of sex
Staining the atmosphere;
The intimacy of every gentle touch.
We were just kids.
I thought he loved me.
I thought he would be 'the one'.
I thought we would have a fairytale.
Little did I know he was thinking differently.
Oh! How I was played the fool!
Left broken in my own despair.
He abandoned me;
Never looking back at the mess he made.
He took a part of me I can never get back:
I am no longer considered 'pure';
No longer considered wholesome
As my heart was betrayed by lust in disguise.
Funny thing is,
No matter how much I guarded my heart,
I was still hurt in the end.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
He still loved me, he just couldn't have me until I'm 18, because he was 6 years older... so he went with this other girl instead of waited.
He doesn't realise his wrong, what hurt he has done to me.
I really thought he was good for me as he opened me up more and more until I thought I didn't need to guard my heart...but I was the fool in the end.
I guess I was expecting some fairytale...
(Also, I'm a virgin.)
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