This poem was written for a man who swept me off my feet, appearing to be everything I ever dreamed of; at 16 years old, it's easy to fall in love. Suddenly, this love was ended with no explanation, and I was left picking up the pieces of my heart and my pride. When you're young, it's easy to let one aspect of your life control every move you make (at least it was for me). Love hurts... no matter which way you look at it. However, this poem was the beginning of my loooong healing process and hopefully, I'll be over my Tommy one day. I loved him with every fiber of my being, while he had luke warm feelings for me... Go figure! He treated me like dirt, but I never noticed it.

Hindsight is 20/20, though, and I know I'm better off now. This poem helped me to heal the wounds in my fragile little heart... I put a copy of it in his mailbox about 3 months after we broke up... that's why it was written, I never found out what he did because of it. But I love to dream about the look on his face, maybe even the hurt in his eyes...