HOW COULD THEY KNOW
We were filled with fire when we first arrived.
I hold your picture tight and recall that night.
Our first date
How could I know?
Lots of excitement. Energy in the air.
Fresh new outfits, styled hair.
And then we danced.
You left me in a trance.
Everyone told me to stay away from you.
Warning me that you weren’t true.
How could they know?
The way our story would go.
I gave you my all. I gave you my life.
I hold your picture tight and recall that night.
Our first date.
How could I know?
Years of therapy; A broken dream.
Manipulation; One big scheme.
I lost myself to you.
Were you ever true?
Everyone told me to stay away from you.
Warning me that you weren’t true.
How could they know?
The way our story would go.
I am filled with doubt as I rebuild my life.
I hold your picture tight, and recall that night.
Our first date
How could I know?
Years of self-doubt. Years of trust issues.
Many lonely nights and scattered tissues.
Will I ever heal?
From the ugliness you made me feel.
Everyone told me to stay away from you.
Warning me that you weren’t true.
How could they know?
The way our story would go.
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How Could They Know
by Stephanie Daich
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