Because I cant say that I wouldnt run back to your arms.
If I were drunk one night and given the choice between everyone ive ever loved I would still run to her, after all this.
She was the first good person I fell for, and now.... Now I'm convinced even good doesnt belong with me.
I let her see how broken I am, she helped...
I didnt give her enough to think about when she left....
Dear third love, I'm gonna hurt for a lot longer, because you were my first real love and this is new.
Dear third love, please give me another chance.
A/N this is an older poem so its not as good as the first two
