i am not your first love.
i wasn't the first girl who had your heart,
or the first girl who you dedicated your favourite love songs to,
or the first girl who finally got the words "i love you" out of you.
but i remember how
you told me you let her in completely,
despite the number of times she broke your fragile heart that only ever craved for nothing but genuine love and affection,
and how you dedicated her a song named after your favourite colour,
and wouldn't make anyone else a playlist because you had once made one for her.
i also can't forget how you easily told her you loved her, although you weren't sure if she even felt the same way towards you.
- for if she did, it would've been obvious.
however, as far as i know,
you loved the way her long silky hair falls over her shoulders so effortlessly
you loved her smile, which i believe would brighten up your world everytime she did
you loved the redness in her cheeks whenever she blushed at the words you said
you loved her with everything you had
and it was real.
it was all so real, with her.
when you tell me you love me now,
do you think of her?
do you imagine that i am her?
do you wish i was her?
every single time
when you tell me you love me
- do you remember how
you loved her first?
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carve my heart with your name - poetry
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