His name?... It's not important, just like how he made me feel.
He was nothing more than a lesson,
A lesson that was hard to learn.
There are people that rape your emotions to grow their own selfish, unquenchable ego's.
Regret..that is what I feel the most...
I regret giving him my innocence,
I regret not listening to those who knew him.
I regret defending his name( that is no longer important.)
I regret the loss of sleep, from the nights thinking of him.
I regret the tears I shed until my face was a dry, and blotchy mess.
The unimportant name enters my thoughts often, and causes a feeling of an angry swarm of bees in my skull.
I feel anger...
Angry that he stole the best parts of me.
Angry that I let him deceive me,
Angry that I didn't see him for what he was...
... An emotional abuser... And that is the name that's most important.