My First Love
  • Reads 102
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 6
  • Time <5 mins
  • Reads 102
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 6
  • Time <5 mins
Complete, First published Jan 04, 2019
I didn't just lose someone who I loved I also lost my best friend. In this world, some friends will stick by your side and follow through life with you. I believe that every person who comes into my life is a gift and a blessing, I believe you should hold them close. I wish the world could be filled with love and not hatred. Sometimes people forget that no one is truly above anyone else in this world, we are all going to die. No one will live forever. Sadly we will all be forgotten eventually and in the end what good did all this get you. You cut off the people who have been there for you despite the circumstances, they love you. Why? Some stupid high school rumor? Because some of your friends don't like me? I gave you all my love and trust and you broke it all for what? Do you know what that does to a person? Those who have stuck with me in, I am grateful for every single one of you. For those who have abandoned me, I forgive you.
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add My First Love to your library and receive updates
or
#325imfine
Content Guidelines
You may also like
You may also like
Slide 1 of 9
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 cover
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪 ᵒᶠ 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 ʰᵉᵉʰᵒᵒⁿ    ប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណចាប់ស្នែហ៍ cover
A Dreamer's Poetry cover
Doctor  Husband (Complete) cover
last ~ poetry cover
play, pause, replay cover
ياقلب دقات الهوى لاعبتني قامت تمايل بالدلع كانه العود  cover
Trapped in my own head cover
My Poetry cover

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

105 parts Ongoing

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.