Mistaken Love My second home The playground. How young our hearts were . . . Running, racing, and chasing The ones whom we loved. Pulling at them welcoming them into Our hearts. They turned away, Afraid to commit To young vibrant girls Like us. But we never Pulled from them, determined That we knew What love was-- We weren’t going to turn from our loves. Years later, It was they who tugged At our hearts. This time I turned away… Finally discovering It was not them whom I loved But the idea of loving Someone.