THE FIRST TIME WE MADE LOVE WAS MARCH SEVENTH AND I'LL ALWAYS FEEL EMPTY ON THIS DAY EVERY YEAR UNTIL I DIE BECAUSE IT WAS A SCARRING NIGHT CONSIDERING WE KISSED EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME BECAUSE IT WAS APPARENT NEITHER ONE OF US COULD TAKE THE ANTICIPATION ANY LONGER AND OH HOW BEAUTIFULLY OUR LIPS EXPLORED EACH OTHER'S AND JUST THE WORDS MARCH SEVENTH IS ENOUGH TO MAKE MY SKIN CRAWL BECAUSE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST DROP EVERYTHING AND FORGET SOMEONE WHO FIRST MADE LOVE TO ME YOU CAN CLAIM ALL YOU WANT THAT WE WERE ******* BUT YOU DON'T TOUCH ME THE WAY THAT YOU WERE AND CALL IT ******* THE FUNNY THING IS I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT WE WEREN'T ******* AND MAYBE THAT'S WHY YOU LEFT BECAUSE YOU'RE SCARED TO ACTUALLY LOVE SOMEONE FOR SOMEONE THAT SEEMED TO HAVE SO MUCH LOVE IN HIM THE ONLY THING THAT ENDED UP BEING A **** IS YOU NOT THE WAY YOU TOUCHED ME