First Love
You said you’d never leave,
Unless I asked you to go.
You said you loved me first,
But how was I to know?
You were the first to break me,
Devastate me with your indifference.
I hated who I’d become,
But how was I to know?
You took what was not yours,
Thinking it was owed.
Looking back I see that,
But how was I to know?
You never said you were sorry.
Guess you never thought you should.
The loss of firsts is over,
But how was I to know?
You saw me years later,
Disinterest was aired to your face.
Hurt was still immediate deep down,
But how were you to know?
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