i remember the first time
the first time I couldn't remember your company,
your hugs
or the feeling of your lipsi sat there
and the world fell silent
all at once
i felt overwhelmed and free at the same timei thought,
and i thought,
but the feeling just rolled off me
like water on an umbrellaI couldn't imagine life without you
but it was happening.
i stared at the ceiling,
not quite able to cry but wanting toi really loved you
and for a while,
you made me feel better,
my first love.
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atelophobia [poetry]
Poetry(n.) the fear of imperfection or not being good enough; an extreme fear of failing to achieve perfection in any of one's actions, ideas, or beliefs 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 Some of these stories deal with very heavy topics!