My First Love
Wishing that I could use only two
Of these four words to describe you.
Four years of great,
Four years of hate.
Wishing that I only had a few
Or some chances of new.
I’m ripping you out
So I may remain happy
Without a doubt.
We started so strangely, so odd
Just like most of my other great stories
We got together, you threw me out
And then welcomed me in a loving embrace.
So scarred, was I, that I didn’t know
Just what strange dance awaited me so
Those first few years are ones I shall never
How I wish I could.
You’re ingrained in me now
I’ll never get you out.
Sometimes I’d sit alone,
I’d scream and shout
Knowing that I’d never be heard.
Who would care about just one
Sitting here now, I can’t help but laugh
For fate is so evil, so cruel
It seems almost too perfect, for all this
So much time went by, but I hardly blinked.
I cried and I cried, from laughter and pain.
Little did I know that it was my soul
You intended to have slain.
You tried to conform me, to have me
Be one of yours.
But I figured you out halfway through.
Now I am a different project, something
Fresh and new
Something no one else
Four years of Happiness
Four years of pain
Who would have guessed
That I’d still be sane?
But close to the end
My reward was sent.
She is my love now
(or so I hope)
She has replaced you,
Wanna know how?
She soothes and holds me
When I need it most.
She doesn’t show me affection at first,
And then throw me a roast.
So, my love, I bid you adieu.
My heart is in a better place
But sometimes, it wants you.
I have to remind it of your hostility
And it thinks straight.
It remembers only your love,
And neglects your hate.
So now, my first love, here are my feelings
Go on now, and resume your dealings.
For I know you best, for I loved you most
And, later when you tell others of me, I know you will boast
Of the one that you had
And, now lost, you are sad.
And so now, my first love, I go on with her
And leave you outside, and with a bad rhyme to end it. Burr.