I learned to love at seventeen,
and one month later to be mean.
I learned to hate very young,
and sooner yet to hold my tongue.
I learned good kisses at twenty-two,
and what agony we put us through.
I learned that time can heal our scars;
that no one can fake a love like ours.
I learned patience. I learned pain.
I learned things are equal, but with different names.
I learned its easy to betray,
but so, so hard to walk away.
I learned that some tears you cannot dry
No matter how we try and try.