Not my first love..

You were not my first kiss, But all the others faded with my first with you.   You were not my first date, But how you opened the door for me, Made all others feel less first like.   You were not the first person to hold my hand in a movie hall, But you…

You are just right.

You put your head against mine, Suddenly I am grateful for how tall you are, Your forehead sits just right on mine.   Your fingers find me gently, They caress parts of me, I didn’t know existed.   You snuggle into my neck, And I am grateful for the way you fit into me.  …

Hollow yet Heavy

People choose to leave. They disappear. They choose to end. People take away parts of you. They leave you feeling hollow. Things echo in you. With time the echoes die down. With time. But every time somebody leaves, Every time someone leaves with a part of you, Why do you feel heavy? Why is there…