Hymns for Lachrymose

Poem | Hymns for Lachrymose

Description:

He was my first love - the kind that felt like sunrise after a long day, soft and warm, making me believe the world finally chose me back. With him, everything was magic: tiny moments felt big, hours became seconds, laughter felt innocent or genuine, and holding on felt easy... until it didn't.

First love hits differently - it's innocent, hopeful, and reckless. You give everything, believing love will give back in the same depth. But time teaches you what butterflies can't:
attention isn't love,
attachment isn't a connection,
and the bare minimum is not effort.

I wasn't asking for too much - he just wasn't willing to give enough. Because love that wants you shows up without being begged. Love that chooses you doesn't make you feel like a burden.

And maybe the hardest part wasn't losing him... but realizing I was holding on to someone who let go first. Sometimes, you learn the truth only when your silence falls louder than your feelings ever did.

My first love taught me how to feel.
Healing taught me what I deserve.

I don't settle anymore - not for halfway love, not for borrowed time, not for someone who makes me fight for a place that should've been mine. The right heart won't make me chase. It won't hide. It won't hesitate.

Maybe my first love was meant to open my heart
but the right one will know how to protect it.

Hymns for Lachrymose
Genre: Poem
Status: Completed
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