I close my eyes.
I see your face.

I cant stop thinking about you.
I cant stop wanting you.

I see everyone cuffed up,
and it makes me jealous.

I always tell myself your not my first love,
because i didnt think i liked you that way.

But i cant help the fact that i want you.

I still regret the fact that i let you go.

But you keep coming back.

Your my first love,
and i'm finally proud to say it.