First love

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You stole most of my firsts.
First kiss, first love.
It was love at first hug.
On the playground in primary school.

All the way to Middle school.
We wrote love letters in classes, stole kisses around corners,
on the field, in the rain,
before, during and after school.

On and off was our relationship.
Stupid fights, stupid love.
You were the only one I wanted to be with.
Even if it was friendship.

But that changed when you chose her.
You changed, lover.
High school seperated us forever.
I could never compete with her.

If only young love could last forever.
Heartbreak hardened my heart.
Loving doesn't come easy anymore.
You stole another first.

First heartbreak.

♡♡♡
I love love. And tragic love is the best.
So this poem is short and horrible.
Any recommendations on Netflix?

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