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Breeana Halliday Poem
Sixteen - A time where innocence shouldn't exist
Parties, dancing, drinks and drama
Devil horns and feathered wings
Sleepless nights, Lazy afternoons
School activities
Greasy caf lunches
Learning how to grow up
without changing for anyone but yourself
Sixteen - A canvas of neon colours
Birthday Parties and Campfires
Favourite Songs and the brilliance of Vampires
Waking up to a brand new day
Taking in the beauty of the little things
Crying so hard you think you could drown
Sixteen - A year of firsts
The first time you locked onto his sweet brown eyes
The first time your heart beat so fast it hurt
Your first Valentine
The first time you told somebody you loved them
The first time you felt your heart break
The first moment you realize you'd die for someone
Sixteen - A time for mistakes
You finally let yourself believe he was all you ever needed
The people you can't trust
Not following your heart
Losing your best friend
and so much more..
Sixteen - A year to admit who you are
Learning that family is more than the people you are related to
Laughing too loud at 4 a.m
Home made t-shirts
Drinking games late at night
Sixteen - The last time you feel prepared
Wasting days wishing everything could change
Seeing yourself in the mirror and not knowing who was looking back
Choosing courses
G1's
and Final Exams
Sixteen - Welcome to all your new beginnings
The 3 girls that never let your happiness escape you
Forgetting the boys that have forgotten you
Finally talking to that special someone
Weekend Girls nights
Summer Parties
Hook-ups and heartaches
Teacher Crushes
Saturday morning head rushes
Hockey boys
Dancing & singing without a care in the world
Sixteen - A year to look back on
Believing in lies that are too serious to forget
Taking back the people you should have left behind
Waking up and knowing who you love
Fighting for what you want
Running in the rain
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Crying in pain
Pushing the people that hurt you aside
Allowing yourself to change...
Copyright © Breeana Halliday | Year Posted 2010
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Breeana Halliday Poem
They didn’t understand what I saw
They couldn’t see the deep passion, late at night in those baby blue eyes.
All they saw was a number and a reputation.
So you were 21 and captain of your hockey team?
In my eyes you were priceless and only old enough to drive.
The jersey you wore stayed on the ice and your skates were left untied.
You said the things only guys in fairytales would say,
I called you my “Edward Cullen” and we kissed our nights away.
We were both so alike that it brought out our worst.
I would scream, and so would you, until our throats would hurt.
Sometimes you’d make me cry so hard that when I looked up you’d be crying too,
But no matter what life or love threw at us I always knew that you meant it when you’d take
my hand and pull me aside,
Cup my face and kiss my lips,
Or fall asleep at my side.
There was never a doubt in my mind that yes, boy, you did love me.
After that night when we watched everything end and we both knew it was for good,
I know I loved you and you loved me,
And maybe when time is on our side, we could be together
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Breeana Halliday Poem
I’m sorry I ignored your calls and the attention I was given
I’m sorry I made you feel like your emotions were not worth living.
I’m sorry after 4 months I still wanted some other guy,
I’m sorry at month 6 I discovered yet another lie.
I hate that it was too late, my heart had already picked a side.
I remember in month 7, I left him for you.
I’m sorry that I begged and you didn’t know what to do.
I’m sorry I hooked up with him, and you didn’t approve.
In months 8 & 9 you stood by me while he was forcing me to move.
10 – You just wouldn’t understand. I said “NO” and pushed away your hands
11 – Came and left without a single word. After all that we went through I still wanted to be
your girl.
12 – Was emotional, you were on your way, but there were those three little words you
wanted but I still couldn’t say.
I’m sorry that after 13 months I still wasn’t perfect.
I’m mad that we were nearly at 14 months before I decided you were worth it.
I hate that when the 12th of the next month came around you said “wow, that’s 15”. You
were still far away, and still just as mean.
I hate that 15 was when I was going to say those three little words and send them your way,
but instead you kissed me and acted like it was all fine. You took me home and then it was
time
“I have bigger dreams, and things I need to do. I’m sorry but my life isn’t you.”
I’m sorry that after 15 months you were nothing but a jerk
I hate that 15 months still couldn’t make it work.
I’m angry that I gave you my Sweet Sixteenth year, something I looked so forward to, I
couldn’t enjoy while it was here.
I hate you for not keeping your words and just staying away. You had to come back and
forth and make me want to stay.
Those 15 months where all I had was you, are gone, erased, thrown away and blank. There
is no sensitivity because of you it lacks.
You’re gone, it’s over and I’m not looking back.
Copyright © Breeana Halliday | Year Posted 2010
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