to my first love
thank you
for crafting trust issues so deep in this rock that no touch could erase
for building a sanctuary drenched in falsehood
for wincing at the sound of a tilted love
for laughing at the sight of your tilted smile
for contrasting a feeling that so little have yet to feel
for making a swing set of my heart-
back and forth until i got dizzy
for making me realize that human nature is toxic
how we forgive and forgive because we’re afraid to lose someone
how you lied and lied to protect yourself
i will drag a highlighter across your best days to distract myself from the days where you made me a statue
where you made me still and ready to crumble
where on the outside i was beautiful but was given an emotionless interior
a marvel for people to watch
but over time i will only get weaker
acidity will fall and my marble will corrode
because love doesn’t strengthen after times of hardship like i had hoped
like i had been told
love strengthens over times of care
and persistence
and i will wait
for you to mold a substance that you have chipped at before
but i won’t let myself trust someone who has proven so many times that dishonesty is a characteristic of a sculptor