It's interesting.
Falling in love for the first time?
As many years can pass, and the memories you make, and all the lovers you take.
You can never quite shake,
that first time.
That first smile, that first feeling
in your gut.
And you know what
I'm talking about.
Back then she was the cream to my coffee
,the colour of my world.
God forbid she didn't show up to school.
And when she didn't I would drop notes in her locker, some called me a stalker but no...
I was just in love.
Head over heals, deep in the feels, wanted to reel in that catch.
She was a catch and she had a great *** and I told her that.
At least.
The first time we kissed can only be described as bliss.
It was at that moment I knew the true meaning of fireworks.
And the last time we kissed I told her I loved her and
maybe that was my first mistake.
Because inevitably even though she knew that,
it scared her away.
Out of my grasp and even though time passed she chose to forget me.
To this day.
I don't know where you are Hannah.
But a part of me will always love you.
Im over her but she brings out the best poetry so.... I guess sometimes the biggest heartbreak can be your best inspiration?
