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By Courtney Date: 2004 Nov 17 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.17.12.27.1697]] |
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If you're hopelessly hopeful, you've made more "mistakes" then you can count. You've given more chances then you've been given. You've found more security in your own arms then the men you've held close. Everyone's "mistakes" are different-just ours and ours alone. The only relation is heartbreak. My "mistakes" will never be erased. Some were small, some have been branded into me for a lifetime. I remember the first. He was the first of so many. I was young, too young, and searching for someone to tell me I was beautiful. He touched my face when we kissed, and I still remember what I wore the first time we met. I can still remember how the air smelled that night. He was the first to invade me, the first one I wrote about, the first one to break me. After him there were more. I chewed through them in starvation, trying to find the taste I craved so badly. But I was the one devoured, spit out in disgust like a bitter aftertaste. There are lessons to learn: 1. Don't stay because its comfortable. So are flannel pj's-go buy some. 2. The "one" does exist. Theres a lid for every pot, no matter how many times the pots been used. 3. If you love them-let them go. If they don't come back, they deserved your fire in the first place. But the biggest lesson i"ve learned is to embrace your "mistakes". Even if they collect dust on some splintered shelf in the recess of your heart. Keep them. Learn from them. Try to grow, in a different direction. |