Together, we embarked on a journey
Many our age do:
The pursuit of a first love,
And I saw a future in you.
For I was young, naïve, and hopeful,
As the case with many other girls.
What I perceived as a union to be soulful,
You saw as an opportunity to hurl
your own selfish agenda,
“How many can I catch?”
Yes, silly me found her way
Into your game of misogynistic roulette.
I deeply wanted to believe
That you were just learning and making mistakes,
But my foolish forgiveness and acceptance
Guided me to preventable heartache.
My friends, hindsight is a curse
Because although it may teach you better,
It also makes you for ages ponder,
The choice of such an unworthy lover.