Maybe it's the way you notice me when no one does. Maybe it's the words you utter when no one has ever said to me before. Maybe it's the touches you give. Maybe this is why I can't get you out of my head. Maybe this is what people say "falling". Maybe that's the problem with firsts: they mark you permanently. They will scar you for better or for worse.
Maybe this is why.
Maybe it's because you were the first person who ever made me feel like this.
Maybe I'm just grasping for reasons.
Maybe.
YOU ARE READING
Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PoetryThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
