The One Who Got Away

Our teenage years were filled with games.

And boys in which we'd never remember their names.

Party's every weekend, constantly drinking.

Young and living a life filled with sin

And within it all is when I met him.

Young dread head fella, so handsome and smart.

Who I knew could do anything but gang banging had his heart.

Chocolate brown skin, a smile that'll make you give in.

Soft lips that made me quiver whenever they were upon my skin.

Those late nights when he'd walk me halfway home.

Oh how I wish what we had could've flourished and grown.

Unintentional separation caused us to part ways.

And now I can only see into his life through social media these days.

Reminds me of high school before we had ever spoken at all.

I'd catch butterflies each time I'd pass him by in the hall.

Those same butterflies occupy my stomach whenever I see him in pictures.

I guess I can admit a part of me still does miss him. 

But things always happen for a reason and I did enjoy our season.

Oh how I wish that with him we never would've strayed.

He would've never came to be the one who got away...