it started out fast
fast fast fast and it ended fast
in quick circles around the only fact
that i wasn't the only thing you loved
and it had happened before
you weren't the first to have something more important
but instead of a girl with short blonde hair
it was a spaniard with a thick bottom and a thin top
or a russian with a long neck and clear complexion
my brown eyes weren't replaced by another's.
but your hazy ones that closed abruptly
after too many kisses of these bottle-necked beauties
that seemed to overpower anything i'd say
or let alone anything you'd say
"that's the last one i promise"
or "just one more and i'll be done"
but you kept cheating on my lips with theirs
and instead of the after-taste of my chapstick
when your lips would find mine in the dark
it'd be like aged potatoes or burnt diet coke
and soon you realized that your original love was too strong
and it couldn't be touched by the pure one i held for you
and you promised you cared and that's why you were doing this
and the martyrdom you'd hoped would help only hurt in the end
and as my heart burned so did your throat
and as my skin tore so did your promises
and you said you'd never forget me
and you'd call me when you straightened out
but no one forgets their first love
and you were mine and yours was them.