It was a process to open my mind to loving you.
No, I did love you, but it was something I couldn't allow.
Eventually the emotion barreled through my tactics of suppression.
When I could no longer deny these feelings, you were otherwise engaged.
I began to retract from you, I could not love you that way.
I formulated a plan, one to create a cavernous space between us.
Toolbox in hand, I worked with the wires of my frustrations,
Until I had an elaborate trap laid out on the path that separated us.
Hand on the detonator, I prepared to activate it,
But then I saw beautiful creatures on the lane.
As I sent them off, I moved from the minefield,
Waiting for the last bird to fly far enough away.
A few seconds before I could destroy the land where the wonders in the center of you and I once stood,
You saw my intention, and ran out onto the dirt road.
My finger flew away from the switch as you flung yourself into me.
The contact of your lips finally touching their desired place, sent a shockwave through me.
It was enough to make me understand
What it felt like to live infinitely, in just a few moments.
Oh if I had only known then, what your true intentions for our first kiss had been.
I would have played the game, had you wait for me elsewhere.
I would've stepped onto the damning space, and hit the trigger.
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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...
