I fell in love with you in but it was because of the way you made me feel in private
You touched me so gently and kissed me so passionately
All you wanted was to make me happy but what was in private doesn't matter because in public it's different
In public you're always with her and in public I'm nonexistent in public the three syllables it takes to pronounce my name only rolls off your tongue when you need me
In private you give me all of your secrets and I wash them clean like I'm doing your laundry I give you me and I allow you to clean out your closet
No matter how much I love you and no matter how much I was willing to do for you I only became another notch in your belt, another name on your headboard I was your everything but only for a moment
A piece of a second but
Not for long
YOU ARE READING
Letters to my first Love
PoesiaIt's Poetry by me They're not letters really but they are poem to him expressing how I fell or felt in the past about him
