I am looking through the journals I kept as a teenager—there are many—and I found the following poem I wrote when I was 17.
You Did Care
I trusted you once and with that came the pain
I should’ve known better than to trust you again.
I was blinded by my love for you,
I thought we could start all over new.
We were okay for a while, but the happiness didn’t last.
My eyes opened up and I remembered the past.
I realized that I had been through this before,
the day you left me and walked out the door.
I knew then that this would have to end,
before you broke my heart so it couldn’t mend.
I think of you sometimes and of the memories we shared,
I guess in your own way, you did care.
I have to laugh as I read this since I have no idea where all of this angst and knowledge of lost love came from. Up to that point my experience—I was a late bloomer, a nerd—was strictly of the unrequited crush sort. Poor 17 year old me.