What is a first love to the loved deprived?
The one you loved enough to lay all that baggage aside?
Or the one to pick it up, toss it over their shoulder, and keep walking in stride?
I'm not sure I know...
But my first love, he filled my soul
Because I didn't know I could love someone
Who wasn't blood
In that twisted compulsory way
Or who wasn't God,
In a "you have done so much for me and I can never repay you" way
No
This boy had done absolutely nothing for me
Except
