you are everybody’s first love.
even if they had never
loved
a single person in their life before,
they
loved you.
the love you must
have felt was
a love I have yet
to feel.
because even though
you are light and hope and
good nature has made
its home in
you,
I have yet to bloom.
your heart drums
with rose petals and your
hands move with Mother Nature
herself.
and despite your allure and
my unrecognized beauty,
you
still began to
bring out the best
parts of me and
match them with every
beautiful part of
you
and then
you took the parts of me
with less sunbeams and more
rainclouds
and made a garden.
you
are the feeling i get
when i put on my favorite
pair of ******* with the favorite
matching bra and look in the
mirror like the
badass *****
from hell that
i am and finally have the
confidence to know
that
i
am beautiful.
not because
you
felt it but because
you
made me feel it too.
and that was a lesson
that i needed to learn
and a lesson that
you
taught me. because
i am only capable
of accepting the love
i think i have earned
so first
i must
look into that mirror
with those ******* and
that beautiful matching bra
and be 100%, unabashedly
me and then
i will be filled to the
brim;
first with the love i have
given to myself and
then with the
flowers
you
have helped me to grow.
you
are the thing
first poems are made of and
the familiar warmth of
first loves and the
softness of that
favorite
pair of red ******* and
matching bra.
you
are the mirror that
reflects the garden that
we have grown.
you
are my first love and
i am my last love
and together we are
every bit of love inside me now.
so here’s to
every late night of consolation
and kind words
to slowly but
surely make me
understand
the importance of mirrors and gardens
and here’s even more
to hard work and
getting to where
i
and we
need to be.
progress is a beautiful
thing. and
you,
even more so.
I'd love some feedback about my poem bc this is super new and scary lol, thanks in advance