The First Heartbreak

My appetite was non-existant after we broke up

Almost as if the organs inside me mourned the way I did

Teary eyed and insecure, I would have taken you back in a heartbeat

The inner me was in love with you, at least I thought it was love

A first love is difficult to navigate,

Although we were young we were hard to separate.

I found that love was like a candle.

It burns out as time goes by and we never know why.

Lying in the darkness I thought, it was not a fight that could be fought.

We use heartbreaks as lessons,

Lessons to never be hurt again.

 

 

 

 

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