The Song Of First Love

Throwing these ongoing metaphors out for understanding into later poems.
"Reinforced Hearts"


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When you left with the restraint,
I fell apart.
You were far away.
But I knew I would see you soon.
Maybe things would be different.
I shouldn’t have thought that.

I shouldn’t have ever thought that.

I built myself up so high,
That it kills a part of me each time I fall.

You came home,
I waited for your first contact,
It wasn't long.

Images of you and him,
Many-
A weeks worth.

The blow was so disturbing.
Like a nightmare,
But I couldn’t awake.
Yes,
There were tears.

There were only so many images
I could take.


But a background beat,
The drums you don’t quite notice.
I listen closely.
I hear your song.



You must hear it too?
Because now I'm listening through your ears.

That beautiful ballad,
I remember it-
When my last seeds blossomed.
This one’s better than The Song of Love,
It’s the Song of First Love.

That harmony of the unexpected,
The unbelievable truth and
Confusion of what’s reality.
The thoughts of never ending,
Never leaving,
Your future together.

The catchy beats your never forget.


I will step back.

Your enjoy this one.

And I will be here,
At the end,
When the tears come.
And when I’m ready to read your poem.