She was his first love
She was beautiful
She was lovely
She had won his heart forever
You never forget your first love
"Mine" she had said on his old photos
And she was right
He was my first love
He was perfect
No one had ever loved me like him
But she haunted me
And her word "mine"
No matter how much I wanted to believe him
I knew she had a piece of him
And I was jealous
I wanted all of him
He had all of me
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Purgatory
PoetryPurgatory (noun) A state or place in which the souls of those who have died in a state of grace are believed to undergo a limited amount of suffering to expiate their venial sins and become purified of the remaining effects of mortal sin. MY Purgato...
