First Love

By Immane A Shiphrah

That was my first time falling in love.

I could hear my heart beat 

Butterflies in my chest , and

Couldn’t feel the ground beneath my feet.

I met beauty in person

Staring straight, not a blink

My heart raced, 

I had a lot to say, but couldn’t speak.

The very moment you see her,

You know she’s someone you don’t deserve.

Unsaid love and rejected feelings

Hurt more than pain can probably hurt.

The moment you let go,

The butterflies in your chest grow heavy.

There’s this ache in your heart that words can’t explain.

You can’t do away with it

So you simply start romanticizing pain.

What is love if it doesn’t kill?

Knowing Love is  poison, we’d drink it, still.

First love tears you apart.

It cuts you piece by piece , stabs straight in your heart.

Then you live the rest of your life trying to forget

While reinforcing the same thing you want to forget.

When true love comes your way,

You’d still not want it anyway

The bird you let go

Still remains the prettiest

And it’s songs are the only kind of music

You’ll ever move for .

Skies turn grey, life turns dark

Love , a game. The victim, your heart.

Though you pretend to not remember

The first love, I think , will always be her.

Not just the first love, 

But the love you’ll desperately yearn to feel , for the rest of your life.

By Immane A Shiphrah