why are we so obsessed
about our first times?

like the first time
we learned to ride a bike
without the training wheels.
we were so happy when we knew
how to maneuver along the way
without us or anyone getting hurt

and the first time
we got a henna tattoo
it looked permanent and
beautifully-inscribed
on the inside skin of our arms
it felt like it could last forever
as long as we looked at it

and the first time
we kissed someone on the lips
we could never forget that memory
it felt like it lasted for years in our minds
every single day we thought about that person
it had all felt softer than of marshmallows
and milk under sunshine,
it tasted better

and the first time
we heard our favorite song
as it played in the background of a movie scene
the lead actors were looking at the horizon
figuring out their feelings for each other
it was a beautiful thing to witness,
and hear at the same time
that somehow in our messed up minds
it managed to seep through
and stay as soon as we searched for the lyrics

first times,
that's just what they are
the times when something good and important
occurs in a timepiece in our lives
worthy to hold on to,
worthy to outlast more glorious memories
far-off better than
the first time

you cloaked yourself
in pitch black darkness
and planted barriers
to thwart everyone out
your only means for love
is to drown in your own mess
and the words you feed
and leave me stout

you release your demons
so beautifully
that even sweet little angels
cry at your feet
i'm outside the fences every time
you write, waiting patiently
the thought of your words
make both of our ends meet

you are a true Spoken Genius
of your time
with every word dropped,
comes thousands of people in sight
to flip on the light switch
above you is what they cry and pine
so the darkness is no more,
but a room bathed in light

you see,
I never got tired
of waiting for you
I never doubted
the hidden spark
because I wouldn't
have felt it
if it wasn't true