My EX, My First.

This is a poem that came to me when going through my first boyfriends pictures. He is so much different from who I knew as a child. I cant help but think I could have helped if i had stayed in his life.

Can You See?

I can see the pain in your eyes

I can see the planes we made

Washed away with your tears

I can feel the deep breaths taken

As you wake to morning

I wish I could have mad you listen

Could have stayed and become a barrier to the women

Who have grabbed a hold of your dreams and turned them

Into could have should have would haves

But as I sit on the phone with you

Speaking of the old times I hear your baby

In the back ground the pain in your voice

And no one else will come to help