i don't believe that you ever fully get over your first love;
it's more of a comfort lie you tell
new lovers,
(and yourself)
so they don't feel insecure
or fear being replaced.
(im still ******* insecure,
but i guess that's my own fault)
and sometimes, when you've fallen asleep in my arms and still she texts your phone,
i wish for you to, again, only be a
stranger passing by,
just a puzzle with a missing piece.