First love It was me I missed. I miss the me that loved so freely, the me that trusted you to protect me. I loved you because I loved me then. I was vulnerable. I was naive. I gave in willingly to be yours— just to feel something. You took me for granted. You found someone new. Yet you came back, time and time again. I was your safe place, your comfort. You are selfish! I’m left to pick up the pieces , whenever you decide to leave. I let you back in, but I grew numb….no I am numb—not knowing if I even wanted you back anymore. I know we both care, but we both had growing up to do. I had to learn to do so without you. I cannot carry your pain and carry mine too. Time heals, words fade. Actions show. You’re a beautiful mistake. I choose me, not you.