i loved you first
when you dwelled into the maze
and your mind was crossing over
with your memories in a haze.
i loved you first
when you were sick of all the fights
and you had to call my phone
so I could hold you until midnight.
i loved you first
when your hands were all bruised
from punching all the walls;
letting your demons break loose.
i loved you first
until you left me to go further—
telling me you had to go
and see your other lover.
(m.m)
YOU ARE READING
the dead poet's lover
Şiirthe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
