What's Been Lost

f i r s t .

To be the first,

you leave a mark

emotions burst

a flame and spark

"It's only you."

Get's you real far

To be the first,

you leave a bruise

hands up skirts,

hard kisses too

"Marry me," and

"I love you."

To be the first,

you leave a stain

Goodbyes that hurt,

over thinking brains

"It's not going to work."

Never again.

To be the first,

you leave love

behind, a curse,

memories that shove

"We'll meet again"

and all the above.