First love,
I remember mine,
It ended with tears
Laced with blood and ink,
I gently traced the obituary
My hands had composed for it.
First love broke my heart
Like a crystal vase,
pieces so infinitely
Small and sharp
That i let them remain
Hurting from within.
First love,
I burned the memories it evoked
To keep myself warm
When winter froze
Me.
You aren't my first love,
Different, defiant stranger,
And I am not painfully young anymore
To seek promises
That you can't give,
Feelings that you
don't want to part with,
I am content
In you not being
My first love...
©eos
