A first love is always special,
and always smiled upon and praised.
Its viewed as a sign of maturity to some,
but others see it as false if one is "too young."

When you have your first love,
its supposed to be special,
the best feeling in the world,
...right?
Maybe yes...
but maybe no?

Suppose that's how it should be,
what happens if it's actually the worst feeling?
And rather than happiness,
you only feel pain and sorrow?

Its in the nature of your heart and your mind to be
at odds with one another,
so its only natural for your rationale and logic to lose
out to your emotions, isn't it?

You love them,
but they can never be yours.
You know this, freely admit it,
but that doesn't change anything.
You can't ignore it,
because it hurts.

A thought of them can make you smile,
you feel like a silly teenage girl,
and maybe you are, but that's alright,
because you've never experienced this,
its literally a whole new world.

Its all so new,
so what can you do to cope?
How does one handle such a
frighteningly strong emotion?

Nobody can help,
they can only provide a source of comfort.
You hate that you love this person,
and you hate them for making you love them,
for capturing your feelings so completely,
and yet you don't truly hate them.

And just when you think things are the worst,
they smile and your world becomes perfect again.
You feel a million times stronger,
just so long as they're happy.
Such are the woes,
of the First Love...