A Casualty Of Love

• Liezl Johnson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

My parents always called me pathetic
I was only sixteen, but magnetic
I think you know when you are head over heels
Don’t let anyone tell you they’re false feels

And when we had started it could not end
Desperately wanted to be more than friends
For someone who was eighteen, he behaved
Not stereotypical – Not depraved

But got to the part, where it was too far
I lied to my parents – got in his car
For weeks it was like this, sneaking around
So when they found out, why was I beat down?

Everything was taken – they took him too
Like a thriving flower, depression grew
I could only wish that it were a scam
Truth though – A casualty of love I am