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I want to be your first And I want to be your last. I want to be the first person you text as you wake up in broad daylight And I want to be the last you see as you yawn and call it a night. I want to be the first to hear that joke you thought up in a Biology class And I want to be the last you’d want to respond with a few vacuous laughs. I want to be the first you tell of a scalding sensation on the way home And I want to be the last ingredient to your creation — your critic over the phone. I want to be the first you ask what jacket and shoe colors suit you more And I want to be the last to be blamed if your heart feels a sore. I want to be the first to see you draw up a plan for a dream you’ve had for years And I want to be the last beside you if it fails and you’re drenched in tears. I want to be the first thing that comes to you when you hear the word “happiness” And I want to be the last to know that all along, what I’ve been rejecting is your best. I want to be your first And I want to be your last But I can never be your first, A question still if I will be your last. For now, I am happy that I am Neither your first nor your last Rather, that I just am.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
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I want to be your first And I want to be your last. I want to be the first person you text as you wake up in broad daylight And I want to be the last you see as you yawn and call it a night. I want to be the first to hear that joke you thought up in a Biology class And I want to be the last you’d want to respond with a few vacuous laughs. I want to be the first you tell of a scalding sensation on the way home And I want to be the last ingredient to your creation — your critic over the phone. I want to be the first you ask what jacket and shoe colors suit you more And I want to be the last to be blamed if your heart feels a sore. I want to be the first to see you draw up a plan for a dream you’ve had for years And I want to be the last beside you if it fails and you’re drenched in tears. I want to be the first thing that comes to you when you hear the word “happiness” And I want to be the last to know that all along, what I’ve been rejecting is your best. I want to be your first And I want to be your last But I can never be your first, A question still if I will be your last. For now, I am happy that I am Neither your first nor your last Rather, that I just am.
April 15, 2014
#love#relationship
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
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