#firsttimes
Remember that summer
when it was dry and heavy
but in the evening
the breeze would gently
sway the smoke
of your cigarette in my hand
when you were trying
to teach me how not to choke
And I remember coughing
and laughing it off with you,
how smoke had always
been around me
but my lungs were funny
'bout this direct approach
And we talked 'bout everything
from heartbreak, to lovers, to family
And I truly felt wonder
at the simplicity of those moments
and how much they meant to me
So much I look back to them now
when it's winter and I'm alone
missing your warmth, your voice
and itching for a smoke
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
like I was there in your bed
I had agreed to be there
you asked if you could do one thing
I said yes
you did, and then started on another
you didn't ask
I didn't say no
It wasn't far from what I had initially agreed upon
but you didn't ask
I didn't feel like I could say no
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
It was like puling off a bandaid.
Slow and painful at first, but as soon as you grab the edges, tug on it a bit and feel that its not that bad... you rip the whole thing off.
he grabbed my edges, tugged on it to see my reaction and as soon as we both felt it wasn't that bad... he let it rip.
I grabbed on his arm when he pulled the bandaid too hard
but the pain filled me.
It filled me with lines of ' this is it' , 'this is what you asked for', 'you're finally the last one' and the biggest one...'its gonna be him'.
And once the bandaid was ripped off, questions filled me of
'what happens now'
'what do we do now?' and
'Do we do this again?'.
But I don't have answers to these questions, nor do I have guts to ask him.
I never thought id be considering taking my bandaid off,
nevertheless asking him to do it.
But now the bandaid is off, and the scar there for everyone to see.
but I don't see a scar.
I see him.
I just don't know if when he looks at his bandaid, he see me.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
I imagine the little things
Like you and I making breakfast together for the first time
And us sitting in a coffee shops enjoying each other company in silence
Me, writing you love letters and slipping them into your coat pockets
You, making us tea
I dream of the first time we kiss
And how I will grab you at the waist and pull you in close
I think of the first time we'll fight
And how it will keep me up all night wondering if I did something wrong
And you telling me everything is alright
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
There are always first times for things
Like the first time you took a step
Unguided by your parents
The first time you were kissed
By someone who wasn't family
Or even the first time you learnt to ride a bike
Without the training wheels on
But there are also first times for things that didn't
Like the first time your mother didn't tell you goodnight
Because she was too busy and forgot
The first time you didn't celebrate you birthday
Because you were getting too old
Or the first time you didn't see someone you love
Because they were no longer alive
And the worst part about these first times
Is that you don't see them coming
They are what always follow
The last times that you never expect
*But sometimes the first time you didn't do something
Can be more painful then the last time you did something*
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC