My First Love
I cry when I see a beautiful day, because we would be out.
I cry when I look at my full trash, because he used to take it out.
I cry when I look at the coffee pot, because he made coffee every morning.
I cry when I watch Friends, because that was our show.
I cry when I smoke, because we used to do that every day.
I cry when I have makeup on, because I have no one to call me beautiful.
I cry when I get dressed and feel ugly, because he loved me the way I looked.
I cry when I sleep, because he is no longer next to me.
I cry when I look at his Fruity Pebbles, though he hasn't eaten them in months.
I cry because I packed up the remnants of his clothes, knowing he’ll never come get them.
I cry because there was no closure.
I cry because I remember his love I feel like is no more.
I cry because I know I’ll never see him again.
I cry because I know the relationship was bad, but I tried and loved my hardest every day.
I cry when I do anything, because he was apart of me, doing everything with me.
I cry because detaching from someone you love so much is the hardest thing to do.
I cry because it’s only been 3 days.
I cry because I should’ve seen it coming, but I didn’t.
I cry because I lost my best friend.
I cry because he doesn't care.
