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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Relationship · #1075164
Teenager trustes her boyfriend with something, and he breaks her trust.
It's been hours since the sun has set.
Still sitting on her bed, she wept in sorrow.
Tiny clear tears fall from her blue watery eyes.
"How could you do this to me!" She scramed to her her deaf walls.

Looking out the window she doesn't see the headlights,
the headlights she looked forward to every night,
every night when they would come.
Her eyes close, and a memory plays once again.

The sun was up, but slowly setting over the hills.
She had spent hours making herself perfect.
Then she waited, for the headlights,
the headlights that always came.

Her eyes began to droop, she touched her gold ring,
the shimmering ring that bound him to her.
Then she saw them, the headlights,
the headlights that always came.

Soon enough she was in his arms, all of her worries disapeaered as he held her..
"Are you ready?" He had asked softly.
"What if it doesn't work." She had asked with a hint of worry in her breath.
"It will, it always does.", he reassured her.
Then they left, with the headlights,
the headlights that always came.

She had returned home much later that morn.
The sky had turn pink, her parents awake and unaware.
Climbing the tree and falling into her room,
she glanced out side,
she again she waited for the headlights,
the headlights that always came.

The thought had crept into her head often.
So often it became paranoia.
And when she learned of the life she created,
she knew she didn't want them to come,
the headlights that always came.

That unforgetable night when even breathing seemed disfunctional
After hours, fear had begun to flow through her veins.
Then they came, like they always had,
the headlights that always came.

Harsh whispering had grown to stabbs of shouting.
He knew, he knew it didn't always work.
It didn't work with her.
And he left, left with the head lights,
the headlights that always came.

Her eyes opened as the memory came to an end
More tears soiled her bright carpet floor.
Then she knew it was done.
The lights that always came,
didn't come, and never will return.



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