The First and the Last Time...

by Hope Yvonne Bell
(El Paso,Texas, United States)

You looked when i cried,
you laughed when i sighed
you put me down when I was on high.
You kicked me when i was on the ground.
You made me feel like I was nothing.
Now i see past the rose colored glasses,
I am in a better place.
You can no longer degrade me,
or tell me what to do.
I will not allow it,
I am through with you.
You are my past
I look to a better future.