You never forget your first.
Oh hush, Sentimental *******.
Your first was just an indication,
That many more will come.

People still, confused
By realistic truths.
How many of your firsts do you remember
How many firsts were your lasts.

Childish, i know, the perfect comparison.
Eyes bloodshot, leaked crimson.
You cry now out of instinct,
You can neither remember the first or guarantee that this will be the last.

As a child, the first time you did something,
That thrilled you.
You automatically wanted to do it again,
Or was that me exclusively.

We are creatures of habit.

My first kiss, received several more after that.
My first Love, felt my love on several occasions.
My first heartbreak, she still breaks me to this day.
So many firsts were given to my First.

She's in a way special,
I remember the Love that i held for her.
Yet I feel it not.
At the same time, She's irrelevant
she won't be the last one.

I'll never have to forget my last,
Well because she'll want to leave,
But love me more.
We'll be fools together.

Intense lovers,
Best of friends,
Worst of enemies.
Significant titles we will carry.

I'll fight against her, if only for her.
My messed up sensible logic.
She'll yell to be clear, then apologize
For yelling, never what she said.
Unsympathetically honest.

We'll break each other's hearts more times than anyone else.
In ways our firsts never could,
But she'll never abandon her Love for her creation,
So she rebuilds what she broke.

Kissing the scars left behind with temperance, faded are the phantom pains.
For she is more, never less.
Her intentions clear.

She worries not of her first
Nor mine.
Because 1st place was the race to be forgotten,
Her intentions are telling.

Every experience unique.
For the last time
Eternal
Content.

She wants to be the last one left.