I remember the first time you weren’t the first thing on my mind The first time I didn’t wake up and think of your toothy smile or the way it made my heart skip a beat I remember the first time I didn’t kick myself for letting you slip through my tired and broken fingers, wishing I could return and unsay the things I wish I hadn’t said Like “I don’t love you” Because I do. I love the way your hair parts slightly to the left and falls, gently caressing your long eyelashes that hide the infinite pools of brown that are your eyes I love the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh at my stupid jokes that don’t make sense to anyone but us Because you always did But I wasn’t ready for you, my heart wasn’t ready for you. I wasn’t ready for your commitment which is no ones fault but my own I could stand here forever and blame my father for my issues till my eyes burn and my lips bleed from the everlasting anger I feel boiling inside of me But deep down I know It is no ones fault but my own And I will forever kick myself for letting you go. I don’t remember the first time you weren’t the first thing on my mind Because you will be forever, and always, on my mind.
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