You were my first kiss.
Yet you weren’t my first love;
Have I ever loved?
Maybe I have, and I’ve forgotten.
Can you really forget love?
Perhaps...
But
You can’t forget heartbreak.
Nor the insecurity,
the pain,
the consistent invalidation of
your worth by the human you
deemed your other half.
A soulmate or
a continued mockery of one,
I fail to recognise the difference.
So when a repetition slightly
sharper, an echo slightly harder, a shadow
with a glint kisses me, I forget the love.
And remember the heartbreak.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
You were my first kiss.
Yet you weren’t my first love;
Have I ever loved?
Maybe I have, and I’ve forgotten.
Can you really forget love?
Perhaps...
But
You can’t forget heartbreak.
Nor the insecurity,
the pain,
the consistent invalidation of
your worth by the human you
deemed your other half.
A soulmate or
a continued mockery of one,
I fail to recognise the difference.
So when a repetition slightly
sharper, an echo slightly harder, a shadow
with a glint kisses me, I forget the love.
And remember the heartbreak.
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