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11/27/14 - Three Years
We've been together for three years, as of yesterday.
We've had our share of argument, fights, heartbreaks and tears have been shead.
But we've had laughs, smiles, kisses and we've made love a million times.
We have a child together.
Yesterday almost passed by, I almost didn't give it a second thought.
Except that I'm 21.
And she let me go after I turned 18.
He took me in after she left me in the cold.
A year and three months.
I was with her for a year and three months.
Fifteen months together and it was always "poor her"
Always "help her" with her problems.
And her parents always hated me.
And she always had some kind of mental disorders.
Or some passed lover scorned her.
And I had to make it all better.
Fight through her several evil ex's.
Just to get the girl.
Sounds like more trouble than I signed up for.
Because it's not like they wanted her back.
She just had a painful memory about every single one.
He raped me.
He took advantage of me.
She abused me.
He left me.
He stalked me.
He makes me feel guilty for leaving him.
An uphill battle every day for fifteen months.
Until finally day after my birthday she let me go.
Because I was cheating on her with him.
And now we've been together for three whole years.
Within the first year of us breaking up she dated two people.
Broke up with both of them and got back together with another one.
After almost sending that girl into an asylum too.
I had a son with the man I love.
The man I cheated on her with sure.
But I cheated for love.
Not to only leave him and find some else.
I cheated on her with him.
And we've been together for three years since.
We talk--
We yell--
We argue--
We cry--
We break--
And make-up--
We kiss--
We make love--
And she haunts my dreams, still a ghost and nothing more to me.
I wake up in tears from another nightmare.
Her haunting my anniversary with him.
Remembering that this is the day that she let me go.
A day after my birthday, November 27th.
He spent 4 birthdays with me.
She spent a total of three, one as my friend, one as my girlfriend and then the third one, she broke up with me a day later.
"I never could finish anything, so I'm giving you to him to finish."
She "gave" me to him.
Cause I hadn't already left her for him.
So today is the day that I was free from her grasp.
Today was the day that she ended it with me.
Fifteen months wasted on a girl that never wanted saving.
Just to hold me captive in her false memories.
She was a figment of her own imagination.
Today was the day that he took me in, broken heart & all.
And helped me learn how to breathe again.
So this for you my Love, Andrew.
My Penguin, my soul mate.
The one whom shall be with me forevermore.
Or at least as long as you can put up with me.
I know I'm broken.
I have mental disorders.
My opinions are very strong sometimes.
And sometimes I can be cruel and mean.
I have no excuse for those things, those things are just me.
My temper is my worst characteristic.
I know this and so do you.
I obsess over the stories I write.
And I can be demanding at times.
But I love you.
Please know that my love.
It's why after all the pan and arguments.
All the tears and disagreements.
Every cruel thing your family has ever said to me.
You've never left my side.
And I, in turn have never left yours.
When my father died.
When my dog died.
When I got pregnant.
When our son was born.
When I was sick, flu or food poisoning.
When I was clingy and needy, ridden with seperation anxiety.
When I lost my best friend.
When I gained her back.
When I suffered from writers block & my stories wouldn't work.
You never abandoned me.
And I've never really meant the horrible things I've said to you.
I love you, more than anything my love.
Today we walked in the snow, talking about my story.
You've taken on my character's personality so well.
But we were together, we laughed and we held hands.
We kissed in the cold and I hid my blushing red nose behind a scarf.
We sat on the swings in the park.
And it was so much fun, I'd do it again.
As often as you want.
We had a snowball fight, or not really.
I hit you once after six tries.
And you hit me once after I dodged all of your attempts.
And then we walked back home and we cuddled in our room.
Our son had fallen asleep while my mom had been watching him.
So we put him is his crib and then we made love.
After he woke up and you were in the other room.
That's when it occured to me.
Yesterday was my birthday, he's spent four birthdays with me.
18th birthday - Her and I broke up, he took me in after she left.
19th birthday - I was pregnant with his and my son.
20th birthday - Our lives were stable, living together and I finally felt safe.
21st birthday - Here we are, a Frozen cake and tickets to the movies.
Redemption for the heartbreak I felt in my last poem.
Four birthdays, she broke up with me after my 18th.
We started dating after my 18th.
19th - One year together.
20th - Two years together.
21st - Three years together.
Why does it feel longer?
And sometimes it feels shorter.
Sometimes I don't even notice that time is moving when I'm with him.
I blinked and it's been three years.
Our son is almost two.
We're living together.
We've overcome all of the heartbreak we've been through.
He stopped listening to his parents.
I got over my past love's lies.
We both stopped going to school, for seperate reasons.
Today was Thanksgiving and my love, I am so thankful for you.
"Guess what today is?"
"What?"
"Our three year anniversary."
He didn't even respond, just leaned down and kissed me.
"How long were you with her?"
"A year and three months."
He smiled, leaned down kissing me again.
"I win" he whispered onto my lips, pulling away from yet another kiss.
Yes my Love, yes you indeed did.
We've had our share of argument, fights, heartbreaks and tears have been shead.
But we've had laughs, smiles, kisses and we've made love a million times.
We have a child together.
Yesterday almost passed by, I almost didn't give it a second thought.
Except that I'm 21.
And she let me go after I turned 18.
He took me in after she left me in the cold.
A year and three months.
I was with her for a year and three months.
Fifteen months together and it was always "poor her"
Always "help her" with her problems.
And her parents always hated me.
And she always had some kind of mental disorders.
Or some passed lover scorned her.
And I had to make it all better.
Fight through her several evil ex's.
Just to get the girl.
Sounds like more trouble than I signed up for.
Because it's not like they wanted her back.
She just had a painful memory about every single one.
He raped me.
He took advantage of me.
She abused me.
He left me.
He stalked me.
He makes me feel guilty for leaving him.
An uphill battle every day for fifteen months.
Until finally day after my birthday she let me go.
Because I was cheating on her with him.
And now we've been together for three whole years.
Within the first year of us breaking up she dated two people.
Broke up with both of them and got back together with another one.
After almost sending that girl into an asylum too.
I had a son with the man I love.
The man I cheated on her with sure.
But I cheated for love.
Not to only leave him and find some else.
I cheated on her with him.
And we've been together for three years since.
We talk--
We yell--
We argue--
We cry--
We break--
And make-up--
We kiss--
We make love--
And she haunts my dreams, still a ghost and nothing more to me.
I wake up in tears from another nightmare.
Her haunting my anniversary with him.
Remembering that this is the day that she let me go.
A day after my birthday, November 27th.
He spent 4 birthdays with me.
She spent a total of three, one as my friend, one as my girlfriend and then the third one, she broke up with me a day later.
"I never could finish anything, so I'm giving you to him to finish."
She "gave" me to him.
Cause I hadn't already left her for him.
So today is the day that I was free from her grasp.
Today was the day that she ended it with me.
Fifteen months wasted on a girl that never wanted saving.
Just to hold me captive in her false memories.
She was a figment of her own imagination.
Today was the day that he took me in, broken heart & all.
And helped me learn how to breathe again.
So this for you my Love, Andrew.
My Penguin, my soul mate.
The one whom shall be with me forevermore.
Or at least as long as you can put up with me.
I know I'm broken.
I have mental disorders.
My opinions are very strong sometimes.
And sometimes I can be cruel and mean.
I have no excuse for those things, those things are just me.
My temper is my worst characteristic.
I know this and so do you.
I obsess over the stories I write.
And I can be demanding at times.
But I love you.
Please know that my love.
It's why after all the pan and arguments.
All the tears and disagreements.
Every cruel thing your family has ever said to me.
You've never left my side.
And I, in turn have never left yours.
When my father died.
When my dog died.
When I got pregnant.
When our son was born.
When I was sick, flu or food poisoning.
When I was clingy and needy, ridden with seperation anxiety.
When I lost my best friend.
When I gained her back.
When I suffered from writers block & my stories wouldn't work.
You never abandoned me.
And I've never really meant the horrible things I've said to you.
I love you, more than anything my love.
Today we walked in the snow, talking about my story.
You've taken on my character's personality so well.
But we were together, we laughed and we held hands.
We kissed in the cold and I hid my blushing red nose behind a scarf.
We sat on the swings in the park.
And it was so much fun, I'd do it again.
As often as you want.
We had a snowball fight, or not really.
I hit you once after six tries.
And you hit me once after I dodged all of your attempts.
And then we walked back home and we cuddled in our room.
Our son had fallen asleep while my mom had been watching him.
So we put him is his crib and then we made love.
After he woke up and you were in the other room.
That's when it occured to me.
Yesterday was my birthday, he's spent four birthdays with me.
18th birthday - Her and I broke up, he took me in after she left.
19th birthday - I was pregnant with his and my son.
20th birthday - Our lives were stable, living together and I finally felt safe.
21st birthday - Here we are, a Frozen cake and tickets to the movies.
Redemption for the heartbreak I felt in my last poem.
Four birthdays, she broke up with me after my 18th.
We started dating after my 18th.
19th - One year together.
20th - Two years together.
21st - Three years together.
Why does it feel longer?
And sometimes it feels shorter.
Sometimes I don't even notice that time is moving when I'm with him.
I blinked and it's been three years.
Our son is almost two.
We're living together.
We've overcome all of the heartbreak we've been through.
He stopped listening to his parents.
I got over my past love's lies.
We both stopped going to school, for seperate reasons.
Today was Thanksgiving and my love, I am so thankful for you.
"Guess what today is?"
"What?"
"Our three year anniversary."
He didn't even respond, just leaned down and kissed me.
"How long were you with her?"
"A year and three months."
He smiled, leaned down kissing me again.
"I win" he whispered onto my lips, pulling away from yet another kiss.
Yes my Love, yes you indeed did.
Published 28th Nov 2014
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28th Nov 2014 10:34am
Hahaha!Would you forgive me if i call this a very long weird complicated romantic and enjoyable piece!?!Well,but so is love,right!
Haha i enjoyed reading this and am glad you had a wonderful birthday and thanksgiving!
Keep smiling Paige!
Haha i enjoyed reading this and am glad you had a wonderful birthday and thanksgiving!
Keep smiling Paige!
29th Nov 2014 9:10pm
Long. Weird. Complicated. Romantic.
That basically sums my life, relationship and my writing style up in four simple words. Thanks for the comment and I'm glad you enjoyed.
Oh and I will.
- Paige Rider
That basically sums my life, relationship and my writing style up in four simple words. Thanks for the comment and I'm glad you enjoyed.
Oh and I will.
- Paige Rider
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