Poetry

Failed First Love (poem-ish)

i had a first love,
when we first got together we decided to go and shop for one another.
he found some glasses,
and he said they looked good on me.
we bought them and he asked that if i could wear them from now on,
i agreed.
i viewed the world with rose-tinted glasses for months

as the months flew by, he became more distant,
he was colder towards me, talked to me less, even ghosted me at times.

when he finally paid attention to me every once in a while, he was very controlling.
but i didn't say anything.
i thought this was normal.

more times went by.

one day, he came to me.
he said that he had found someone else,
someone which he felt was the one he needed.
who loved him more then i ever could.
he asked if he could have the glasses, so that his new love could have them.
i took them off and handed them over.

that day, i saw exactly how naïve i had been,
i saw how i had been lied to and tricked,
made to believe and love a person, who wasn't truly there.

i ignored all the signs, i never saw any red flags.
however,
i found out that day that
when the world is viewed with rose tinted glasses,
red flags look just like any other flag.

months passed,
seasons changed,
days have gone on,
the world has changed,
and I have changed,
that same day, was the day I swore to never change for someone again.
I vowed to myself to never let someone trick me like that again.
it was never my fault, but the fault of the moment I allowed my guard down.
the moment I let him into my heart was the moment at fault.
the moment where he successfully made me trust him was at fault.
I will never view the world through rose-tinted glasses ever again.

I have never missed him since, however,
I have I have missed who he once was.
he was once someone deserving of my love.
whenever did he changed, I do not know.
I gave him my time, my words, my heart, along with everything else he ever asked for,
and he didn't appreciate it
that is not my fault.
it was never my fault that he didn't love me,
it wasn't my fault that he couldn't appreciate all that i did for him,
it was never my fault.
he made me see him as a good guy by using those glasses,
those metaphorical glasses.
those exact glasses are the ones at fault.
they are the ones who caused me
a failed first love.