I couldn't blame him
Couldn't even hate him
When he had been nothing
but my firsts:

First hand held
First date
First kiss
First caused millions
butterflies in my belly

First love

I wouldn't regret
Having him
as my first happiness;
wouldn't even give a ****
in him as
my first heart ache

And ****,
for all my life

I wouldn't deny
the fact that
after ages

he still has
the missing
piece
of my heart.

We'd have our own lives
We now do

But nay
How could a heart
still wince
upon knowin'
how he'd been
so much glad
with someone
while my very own
still laments?

I couldn't blame him
Couldn't even hate him
When he had been nothing
but my first

and
ONLY