The Girl Who Came Before Me

Ladywithaquill

I want to know about her.

The girl who came before me,

The one who didn’t treat you right,

The one who stole your light.

 

I reminded you of her,

Gave you a sense of déjà vu.

Do you sometimes remember her still,

Whenever you look out the window sill?

 

Do you love me more?

More than you ever loved her?

Did I help you forgive and forget?

Did I help you heal yet?

 

Is it too early?

Is the wound still too fresh?

Do you still have a special place,

In your heart, for her face?

 

I torture myself,

My insecurities scream loud.

When I compare myself to the ghost,

Of a person I know nothing about.

 

Was she prettier?

Was she smarter?

Was she all you ever wanted?

 

She took so much,

Did she ever give?

Or just left you feeling haunted?

 

How could she mess it up so bad?

Where did she go so wrong?

In what regard did she lack?

If I was the one who’d fumbled you,

I’d be begging you to take me back.

 

I guess she was blind,

Couldn’t see your beauty.

I guess she was too cold,

Couldn’t feel your warmth.

 

But I am grateful for her mistakes,

And I hope I have what it takes,

To keep you forever by my side,

I wear my heart on a sleeve,

I have absolutely nothing to hide.

 

I love you like she never could,

I need you like she never did,

I’ll treat you like she never would,

Let them flow, the tears you hid.

 

Come into my arms, I’ll hold you tight,

I won’t let go throughout the night.

My insecurities couldn’t stop me,

From loving you till eternity.

  • Author: Ladywithaquill (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2025 19:40
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    It seems so normal to want to know what other loves look like and act like. A good read

  • Poetic Licence

    A beautiful write on a natural curiosity about previous loves and relationships, something we have all done, yet sometimes as they say curiosity can kill the cat, nicely expressed and written



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