Your first love
Will be given all of you
They'll know all your quirks
And think they're cute
Before someone tells you they're annoying
And then you start hiding
Your second love
Will be given parts of you
They'll know your favorite movie
And the reason why you love jazz
so damn much
They'll be your second chance
The hope that love is like the fairy tales
Your third love
Will leave you timid
Your faith wavers
Wondering what they'll do
Keeping you on your toes
Fearful that if they leave
Who would want you after?
Your last love
Will be the one that understands
That your past has hurt you
And will take the time to assure you
Comfort you when insecurity raises doubt
Promising that even thought they weren't first
They'll be your last.
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesíaJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
