I had a "first love" just like everyone else, and
Just like them, it went away.
But something about it was strange.
I had seen people cry after losing their first love,
Yet I didn't shed a tear.
It wasn't until you that I realized
The true meaning of first love.
A first love isn't always the first person you're with.
For me, my first love came in the form of you,
My third relationship.
Months with my first two passed,
With no sense of real emotion.
Somehow I was blind to that.
You came crashing into my life,
In the form of a best friend.
Time flew from then on,
Without me seeing what was happening.
I was careening toward you,
Unaware of the falling sensation.
Finally discovering what was going on,
I began to crave you, and you resisted,
Until you didn't.
For the first time, I felt like I was living
The fairytale that everyone spoke of.
All at once I understood,
You were my real first love,
The one that gave meaning to the term significant other.
I had no idea how lucky I was,
To experience my first love, twice.
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First Love, Twice
PoetryThey say you shouldn't spend too much time in the past, I disagree. I think you should reflect on your past to be able to better your future. These poems are memories of my first real love, my first real heartbreak. Check it out if you want to walk...
