The first and last time I let a guy filter my life

The first time he held my hand I wanted to cry.

 

I guess he must’ve noticed my watering eyes since the next words

he whispered just in time, were, “It’s not that deep.”

 

It’s not that deep, I repeated in hopes the whole in my heart would

believe me.

 

It’s not that deep, as I desperately tried to disintegrate the image

my mind was making up of a knife stabbing into his heart to

perfectly match the one he stabbed in mine.

 

But alas, it’s not that deep, I said a third time.

 

But I swear every time I felt his fingers graze mine, it meant

everything to me. 

 

But we were just kids and love’s an endless tale of do's and don’ts, and 

instead of disagreeing and expressing how I swear he had me woo’ed, I

just held onto his hand tighter and whispered back a filter, 

“Yeah, that’s true.”

 

 

 

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