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A poem for my first love


 

Light brown eyes, there you were

With the biggest smile and the biggest lips, there you were

When I needed you, there you were

At home, I was alone, my father and mother were too busy for me, but there you were

I had grow used to your presence and body

I had grown used to having someone by my side, because there you were

 

But things don't last forever

I wish I Had not invested so much in you

You, the boy with the sweetest smile, had grown used to me

I did not surprise you, I did not excite you, I did not amuse you anymore

Little by little, you weren't there

 

When my father verbally abused me, you weren't there

When my mother insulted everything I did, you weren't there

You werent there and it was okay after a while

I had grow used to being without you

I had grown used to falling asleep, feeling like i had no one

I had grown used to the idea that i will never be enough

You weren't there to stop those thoughts, you weren't there to fight for me, and you weren't there to love me.

 
 
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