You were the first person
I'd ever truly loved
The way lovers are meant to.
My first love
The only one who'd managed
To love me back.
My first anxious worry
Always causing my mind to panic
In ways lovers shouldn't do.
My first heartbreak
When I realized
You were just like everyone else.
Desperate for healing
Desperate for some sort of sweet distraction.
The first to get so far
Unlike the others before
You were the only one I'd loved in return.
The first to take and take and take what I gave
Always ready and wanting for more
But never willing to reciprocate.
The first to flood my senses
My ears, you filled with clever lip service and pretty lies
My mind, you fed sweet daydreams and false truths.
Almost too easily.
As though you believed
I was worth little to no effort.
As though you were overjoyed
To toy with someone's heart
Someone you were aware had such a clear disadvantage.
You seemed to revel in the idea of
Making me love you.
But you had no intent of loving me back.
Never once bothering to take some time
Out of your day
To, at the very least,
Try to keep the facade going.
You were the first in my life
To play such devious, cruel jokes
On my heart.
The first so willing to make me
Fall in love
With a lie.
But above all,
You were my first regretful mistake.
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
