from me.

Kenz

it's me.
your first love.
and please don't deny it; what we had was beautiful.
the early morning games of chess;
the late night cookies;
the midday kisses;
the feelings we shared every day for years.
I still think about you.
it's funny how the only thing I remember vivdly is the time you told me you loved me then
slapped me and left me with a black eye.
it's me.
your first love.
and please don't deny it; what we had was beautiful.
your eyes still shine like the first time I met you, but this time for someone else.
your hair still stands up just like it used to, but this time for someone else.
your laugh still sounds the same, but this time for someone else.
your smile will always be the most mesmerizing thing ever, but this time for someone else.
it's me.
your first love.
and please dont deny it; what we had was beautiful.
the smell of alcohol reaks at the thought of you.
the sight of cocaine masks your face when i think of you.
the sound of the needle going in you with the screams of your inner pain
is all I hear when I think of you.
you were the appiditmy of your mom and you couldnt bear to accept it.
hey, it's me.
you're my first love.
and please let me finish before you interupt me.
everything about you is beautiful.
I know you're bad for me but god do I love you more than ever.
i'd take my life for you and thats what I'm doing tonight.
this note is for you.
i love you.
-from me.

  • Author: KZ (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2017 22:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem while in my deep depression a year ago. To me, it shows that no matter how strong love truly is, pain can still be there. I\\\'m hoping you can take this in your own way and relate to it. I\\\'m not sharing my full meaning on purpose. I write things for people to take in their own perspective.
  • Category: Letter
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