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That Summer
That summer i was alone
It was one I could never forget
It was great
Until my boyfriend was hanging out with girls he dated at one point
It made me feel worse and worse about myself until
I finally cracked
I couldn’t do this anymore
“I think we need to break up”
That’s not what he had in mind
“They are just friends”
“It’s not that big of a deal”
I believed him
My parents caught me spending the night at his house
We were not in the greatest place
I was grounded for a month
That was the worst month of my life
I was stuck at home being mad at my parents
And my boyfriend was hanging out with the same girls
Being mad at me
I stayed in my room for hours
Seeing nothing but a blur from the tears that rolled down my cheeks
All I could hear was the occasional sobs that I couldn’t hold in anymore
And the t.v. in the background
I was holding onto nothing but the pillow I used to bury my face in
All I had was racing emotions and horrible thoughts
That summer I learned what heartbreak felt like
I didn’t understand why he was doing this
Was it me?
Am I not good enough?
That’s all I could think about
Sometimes I still feel that way
I will never forget all the pain and what it taught me
In the end I will have no one but myself
I’m my own shoulder to cry on
That summer I learned how to hold onto myself

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In class, we read a poem called Montauk by Sarah Kay and once we read it we had to pick a favorite line from the poem. Well I imediately picked "That summer I learned how to be alone" because when I read that line I flashed back to a summer where i was going through a rough patch and I actually was alone. This line gave me an opportunity to write a poem about me.