my poem [that took me forever]

First Love

Another day, another tear.

Another hope, another fear.

She’s done with him, she’s done with love.

He lies again, she receives another shove.

Everything they had, everything was gone,

All because she felt she had no one to lean on.

She needed him there, so she had to leave,

It was the wrong thing, she was so naive.

Now he loves another, no better than the first,

Yet this pain she feels from heartbreak is the worst.

He deserves so much better,

She’d prove herself to him, if only he’d let her.

His new girl doesn’t care,

To her, it’s all about the kisses and stuffed bear.

She knows he’ll figure it out eventually,

Even if she breaks them up unintentionally.

There for him still,

Drama, lies, and gossip, she gets her daily fill.

With every tear he sheds, she’s there for him.

Yet still the chances of him falling for her again are slim.

He hurts her, her heart breaks,

With every breath he unconsciously takes.

Maybe he doesn’t know what’s killing her inside,

All her secrets she tends to hide.

She’s yet to find someone who she can trust,

Most of her friendships have turned to dust.

She thought she had a friend in this amazing boy,

Though, it seems all he does is take away her joy.

“I’m done with these lies,” she says with a tear,

For the answer to her problems is really very clear.

She could forget about her love,

Which there has been talk of,

But she can’t forget her first,

Losing those memories would be the worst.

So she picks up a knife, then it tumbles to the floor,

And she asks herself, “Oh my god, what am I really doing this for?”

“All this stress over one silly boy?”

“All he’s done is play with my heart like a toy.”

“I’m done with his games,” she said, sad no more.

“I’ll take all his lies and throw them out the door.”

So that’s what she did, or, at least, she tried.

For the very next night, she lay down and cried.

And that’s when she realized she’d never be glad,

Until he came back and made her less sad.

I’m sure a happily ever after would make this story grand,

But he never apologized, never held her hand.

Through life, she survived,

Even of love she wasn’t deprived.

But she’s glad she never forgot what her and her first love once had,

For she can always take out the memories, and know what made her sad.

She’ll never make the mistake of leaving someone again,

But why he never took her back is a mystery among men.

It’s okay, though, she’s happy now,

First love lasts forever, even if no one knows how.