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