There are so many of you that it's hard to keep track.
Yet, there's only one you, whose name still stings the tip of my tongue.
My eyes burn as they so eagerly want to close.
But, my yearning soul says terribly no, because you've entered my thoughts and my brain stopped.
Here I go again.
Is it because I've met someone new?
The moment I try to move on is when your memory seems to reappear and linger.
I can no longer go to the place that once brought me peace and made me feel whole, because you tainted my beautiful memories.
You can be thousands of miles away and we could've not spoken for months but as soon as I'm about to share my soul with someone else, I can feel my emotions graze the scars you left.
The beauty of all of this is that you were my first. So there will never be a way to forget the first lips that kissed mine.
The first man that made me feel like everything would be okay because you were there,
To comfort,
To heal,
To be there.
But, that's okay.
Because everything's a lesson right?
I wasn't enough and as much as that has haunted me, maybe you weren't enough for me, either.
I have to push through the cloud of your memories to reach the opposite side of the bridge.
I was young and foolish and yet that's what made everything feel so exciting and new.
First taste of love and twist off Smirnoffs.
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