I don't fall in love easily,
though I care, though I give,
though my heart is open,
it takes time to build me up
to the place where love truly lives.
I love people, yes,
I hold them close in pieces,
but to fall—
to really fall—
is a place I don't go swiftly.
Yet with him, it was different,
falling felt easy, like breathing.
Everything I'd been searching for
I found in him,
as if he'd been waiting there all along.
Though he wasn't my first,
he was the one I fell hardest for—
a love I'm still trying to define.
I don't know if it was true,
but it sure as hell felt like it was.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
