You were the first,
I had never felt love before,
Just a naive little girl who saw,
An obnoxious little boy on her first day,
And had a crush.
Like that,
Like a candle burns,
Like a heart stops beating,
Like sound travels to your ears,
Like memories ingrained into one's mind,
Just like that,
I was in love,
Just like that.
I would look at you,
You would look at me,
I would feel the disgust rolling off you in waves,
Like the waves of anger I felt,
Like the waves crashing into the bay,
Like the waves of anger that I felt,
At nobody but myself,
For hurting me like this.
You were my first,
And you didn't understand me,
You didn't try,
But I tried,
Tried to understand myself.
In the later years,
As we both grew,
From the saplings that we were,
You into the great magnificent sequoia,
And I into the striking oak that I still am,
A simple understanding blossomed between us.
You would look at me,
I would look at you,
But this time with understanding passing between us.
And I was glad.
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Manuscript of Unrequited Love and other short tales
PoetryA mix of poems about finding love as a teenager and the different feelings that plague us as we continue to grow and find our path in a world riddled with falsities and fake people. The topics jump a lot and they all have a different focus. Enjoy.
