i remember his eyes, the way his hands fit so perfectly into mine. i remember our first kiss, first hug, first date. memories are all over this town, i see him driving around town with his friends. i still see the way he looks at me; he remembers, too. i've never missed someone this passionately. i doubt he cares. i was his first love, and he was mine, it was a true, real love. we are romeo and juliet, forced apart. i hope he still feels it, i hope memories stab him while he's with his new girl, i hope he can't forget, and he's suffocated with our love during the night, as i am. if he forgets me, there's no evidence of us left...no one else to remember how comfortable we were together, or the first time he saw me without makeup, the first time we said "i love you". i will all be gone, and i will be forgotten, yet again, but this time by my true love.
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my poems
PoetryA coming of age story of a young girl, discovering the true meaning of self love.
