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I wished on a star that she never has to feels what shattering glass feels

I hoped to myself that she never has to feel a real goodbye kiss

I prayed to my God that she would never have to bare her soul over a social network

Lord knows I prayed

I want to protect her from all pain but how can I do that

without keeping her happiness captive

I want to keep her away from all lies hoping that she never has to feel the pain of there dagger like words

but how can I do that without making her weak

I want her to know that men hurt

but woman destroy

but she'll figure that out on her own

I want her to know what right is without introducing her to wrong

but I know that's impossible

so i'll teach

I'll teach her that Blue won't have all the clues and

Dora doesn't explore all the things you wanna see

and sometimes love has an expiration date

I'll teach her that love has no gender

and if she ever decides to fall for woman

I'll be there to love bravery down her spine and accept her like my mother never did me

And yes

I'll be reminded of all the times we loved so i'll push these memories far behind my mind

because right now where talking about her

you were always so selfish

See what you did now she knows what love is

If she ever comes home with eyes like red roses on mahogany caskets

I'll blame you

because some how your hurt has fallen from us to her

if she ever comes home with bruised knee caps and a heart filed with questions

I'd hold her in my soul like the new testaments on judgment day

I'd tell her that love is the passion that keeps you going so sorry if you feel wary but keep going this is just the beginning

I'd tell her never regret loving someone no matter how bad the outcome is your a stronger woman with a lesson learned

But if she ever feels alone like she is now a hand me down fabric that was pulled out the depths of her seasonal closet

I'll tell her about you

My fairy tail without the happy ending

I'd tell her that I know what pain is

I use to hurt like C- sections birthing dead babies

I know what its like to want someone to remember you

I know how it feel to forget who you are

I remember the dial tone of our last conversation

Our Unbidden, forbidden words

Emotions I had hidden,

Without needing to.

You already know what I’m telling you don't you

This poem was never about her

I promised you that I would stop chasing your memories

I promised you that I would stop discussing you over tea and loneliness

I said that I would marry a man so I could have his daughter so I can look in her eyes

and see that God gives us all second chances

but enough about you

because right now where talking about her

you were always so selfish