Promenade

My first heartbreak was silly,
But it struck me painfully.
I was young and naive,
Innocent and never brave.
I watched him secretly from a distance,
Wrote letters with trembling hands,
Diaries that saw no other name,
Only yours and I was to blame.
But nothing hurt me more,
Than the truth I wasn't ready for,
Nor the betrayal I had in store.
You asked my bestfriend to the dance,
I was looking forward for months.
She knew how I felt for you,
But still chose to go.

April 21, 2020
6:07PM