i could sit here,
and let the words pour out.

have the pain drip from my fingertips,
the memories,
of my first love,
and kiss,
and the day he first held my hand.
maybe i'll talk about when he left for her,
that other girl,who had a prettier face,
and a smaller waist.
i lost him,
i lost him to her and that hurts,
but i won't say anything out loud,
i'll just write it on here.