My First Love Gave Hope to My Last Love

Santajah Douglass

I remember when we first fell in love,
In a silly, very hot summer,
Amidst the chaos of a pandemic,
An unexpected twist, a new chapter.
I was young and naive, unprepared,
But my heart would skip a beat,
In your presence, I knew I had lost the battle,
Yet, the war had just begun, so sweet.

My heart was strong, but it grew weak,
As love for you reached its peak,
You were the only man I truly loved,
But first loves don't always make it, it seems,
At least not in my own story,
But I guess I'm a name and a face,
You won't easily forget or erase.

You became my ex, my lost love,
And once that meant something to me,
But now, as you're seen in the public eye,
Claiming happiness, staring straight at me,
It's as if there's a longing, a connection,
A thread of unfinished emotions,
But you killed that girl, her love, her naivety,
And I don't regret falling for you, not truly.

Yet, I caution other girls,
To not fall into your intricate web,
If you're not truly over the girl you once held,
Don't speak her name, don't dwell,
But it's evident, her name is on your mind,
And you look at her social profiles all the dang time,
You claim to be in love with someone else,
And that's all good and fine,
Because I want you to be happy,
Especially when you were once mine.

I want more, I crave better,
I need ambition, love, and fun,
A guy who is serious, who will stand tall,
So why are you still staring,
When you claim to be happy with another?
As the saying goes, same script, different cast,
You give it a whole new meaning,
But I'm not in love with you as I once was,
And that's why my first love is not my last.

I want a love that consumes me,
A love that comforts me, never fleeting,
But I won't play the role of the girl lingering,
When you're with someone else,
My first love held my entire heart at one point,
But he can't be the leading man in my story,
He doesn't fit the role of my last,
And only true love, in this continuous love story.

So, I let go, I move on,
 I find my voice,
My heart becomes a river,
Flowing away from the past, making the choice,
To embrace new love, new beginnings,
To explore the depths of my soul,
In search of a love that's everlasting,
A love that makes me whole.

In the heat of that silly summer,
Amidst a pandemic's chaos and strife,
I may have fallen for you,
But now I spread my wings, ready for life,
I remember that first love fondly,
For it taught me lessons, shaped my heart,
But it's time to let go of what once was,
And embrace a love that's a brand new start

I find solace,
In the memories of our young love,
But I won't let it define my story,
For my last love is yet to come,
And when it arrives, it will be different,
A love that's bound to last,
In this continuous love story,
My first love may be my past,
But my last love will be my forever my name etched in his heart and he gladly won't give it back

  • Author: Santajah Douglass (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2024 08:56
  • Category: Love
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