he was my first love
second, third, or even my last
it will always be him
nothing but him in the past
it's too heartbreaking
whenever i think of you
i'm not overreacting
because it's true
i'm stupid
i know
you're a jerk
that's why i need to let go
my first love
my first cry
and my first smile
it's too beautiful to give us a try
our last dance
our last lie
and our last kiss
i really want to know, why?
it's hard to do it
i don't want to let go
my heart is aching
as i say, and i love you so
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The Things We Don't Talk About (Poetry)
Poetry❝We need to talk,❞ I said over the phone, hoping for the best. He agreed to meet me to the only place we call home. But he never came that day, sadly, he left me for good. These are the things that we don't talk about, which ended our journey. (feat...
