Love

My first love was in Kindergarden, Yes kindergarden.

Love and I swung together, ate together, sat together on the carpet during story time,

but i dont think love was actually IN love with me love tollarated me, he endured the time he had with me.

Love humored my obsetion with him until i moved and left him. I've had many loves since then, one love had glasses,

another had brown hair or was it blond, love left or did i leave, love was tall or was he sort was love even a he?

 I've had many loves some were boys some were girls and i was hollow or was I full. 

Love made me do things I didn't want to do, love used me, love hurt my heart, love hurt me.

Love only "loved" me for my body before and only for my body, love only wanted me for my body.

I did things for love for him to love me but love never did he broke me and built me up many times.

I was like love once I just used a few of my loves and never regreted it.

I changed and flowed after I left love and I changed for myself I will always be with bad loves but atleast I will know when to quit.