They say people either come into your life for a reason, season, or lifetime.
I think it’s true.
I see that in every boy thats made me feel blue.
First was my reason.
My first love seemed sweet at first, then forced me into his downward spiral.
Making me cry when he used to make me smile.
I grew up in a house where love and abuse looked the same and when he told me he loved me I caved.
When he first left i couldn’t breathe, i felt like i was drowning.
Every time i saw my room i started frowning.
Thinking of all the memories, all the smiles all the tears,
the way we were supposed to last for years
but Now that i walked away i see that we werent really meant to be.
I hope he gets better someday
and grows up to be okay but now i know what love isnt.
That was the reason.
Next was the season.
My second love was here for summer,
not any longer.
He held me tight and made sure i was alright,
he made me feel safe
and he gave back my smile that had been taken away.
That summer we made bad decisions that make great stories i will definitely have to tell my children someday.
We really were in love
but we are so young,
we make bad decisions that make you look dumb.
So he’s gone, but instead of sadness i smile when i see my room.
Thinking of the dumb things that we used to do.
He made me so happy, but it could only last for a while.
He was my season,
my season to smile.
But where is my lifetime of love?
When does the cycle finish up,
will they all come and go
leaving memories and lessons for farther down the road.
Or will one choose to stay?
No one will know until “forever” happens someday.