My Last
You’re not my first,
but you’re definitely my last.
I’ve been through a lot of heartache,
but that’s all in the past.
It’s nice how you make me laugh
at the worst of times.
You make me smile so hard,
you’d think I’d have indented lines.
I’ve shown you the most damaged
parts of my soul,
and you continue to show me
how it shines like gold.
And when I share
hidden parts of myself,
I trust you to love the bits of me
I haven't shown anybody else.
Time has proven you’re the one
who knows me the best,
because when we are together,
I forget the rest.
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