It was your first kiss, you'll never forget,

but to her...

to her you were a number,

the seventh guy she had been with in

in the span of two months,

another kiss to tally in the books,

a name written onto her list of haves.

You were falling hopelessly in love,

right into her arms,

head over heels,

while she was playing you like a board game.

Your eyes were on her, but hers were on him.

You were oblivious and naive and vulnerable,

you couldn't know.

When you saw their kiss,

it sent shots straight through your chest,

your tears were coursing rivers,

rapidly traveling down the hills of your cheeks,

your legs uncontrollable as they came running past me

and although I was right, I wish I wasn't

and I hoped you would see that she was going to hurt you

I thought you would have learned after me.