Four parts to my life;

(Part One)
I cannot remember the feeling of my lips with another's,
I cannot remember the way he would take me by the arm,
I cannot remember how high I felt with him,
I cannot remember my last love...
My grade four love:

(Part Two)
I want to feel the way I did back then,
I want to feel safe and loved again,
A sweet month's romance,
Ending with a bitter moving of towns,
An unwanted move:

(Part Three)
I am not the same as I was,
Once the move was taken,
I felt as if I am not good enough for this town,
I do not deserve their tokens of affection,
I am the one, who stands behind the crowds,
I am the one, who doesn't look at her own reflection,
I am not good enough for this place.

(Part Four)
Now unloved,
Now black hearted,
A teen...
Who awaits someone to rekindle, her once extinguished heart.

A quick, four part, story of my life from my first(only) boyfriend.*tear* and it wasn't even real love.