I am free of those bars
I am not caged anymore
My wings can fly once againAnd it's all because of him
To be honest, I don't even think I like him enough to compare to my first love
But maybe it was a distraction neverthelessBecause now I can talk to my first love without feeling giddy
Without laughing aimlesslyEven if sometimes I still ponder over what we could have been
My years spent over him has come to an end and that one boy was the reason
He might only be a distraction to me
But I'm starting to get worried he likes me too muchI wonder you know
How a person can fall for me
Of all people
MeAnd each passing day I realise how deep he has have fallen
I'm afraid to think that maybe it's like me and my First love
I hope it's notI don't want him to get hurt like that
Maybe not hurt but something left behindA piece of him still stuck and left behind on me
Just like my other part left behind of my first love
I won't hurt him as my first love did to me
But I can't think of any better way
I fear his affection is too much to bearAm I leading him on because I'm selfish to believe that he won't want anyone other than me?
Is it selfish of me to wish for someone to love me like I loved him?
Will I become my First love to him?
I don't want to be
I don't want to pain him
I truly do care about him a lotBut...
After all,
Love brings many things but most of all, it brings pain.
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Words From The Dark
PoetryThese are a group of poems I write when I feel emotional or inspired. They are my sort of escape mechanism. Some may be short, some may be longer. Thanks for taking a look:)