A poem WARNING it doesn't rhyme!! ;)

 The Last One Left a Scar

The last one was supposed to be my first

He wanted my love for him to equate his lust for me

Well that didn’t work

So he made my pain equate all his feelings

The scar has gotten smaller now but it hurts just the same

Too big to be concealed

Too small to be a big deal

No, no, no it is not a matter of size

That scar cut so DEEP it hit my heart

Sending mix messages

Making me think it was my fault

But honestly he wasn’t my first nor my last

Everyone says love is so blind

but i saw very well

How affection turned to aggression

Go on take a shot

Take another shot

No! Go ahead!

Hold your hand up and try it again

Because the first time you missed me

The first time you kissed me

I saw you so broken

and offered repair

not knowing that my spirit would be left worse than yours

But not broken

Still i can say he wasn’t my first nor my last

He wasn’t my first kiss, my first love and

I’ll never have his first born

And he wasn’t my last take or last look at love

But that was the last straw

I will find my first and my last love

And i’ll recognize him

because i didn’t wait around long enough

For you to do to my eye what you did to my spirit, so

Dear Mr. First and Last, I want to apologize

because the last one left a scar.

signed - Rachel  Holt