"First times are dark strokes of paint! They leave a permanent mark on your heart.
They are gems.
They are precious.
Your First Eye Lock.
When your eyes met with the person you loved for the first time. You still feel how you forgot to blink, how you wanted to drown.
Your First Meet Up.
When you both met in the middle of the night, when the world was asleep. You still cherish the moments of silence, how you wanted to freeze the time.
Your First Hug.
When you both shared your first hug. You still crave it even tho it has been ages, how your heart picked up speed, how you wanted to melt in the warmth.
Your First Fight.
When you both argued and that night he didn't talk. You still hate it, how you cried for so long, how you missed him so much.
Your First Heart Break.
When you first got your heart broken, when you came home with the scattered pieces. You still feel the ache, how you couldn't sleep, how you wanted to scream.
Do you ever just go back to all the first times in your mind and live those rare emotions, feelings and pain?
Do you ever just cry and smile on your first times?
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Chaotic Mess.
Poesía"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
