First Love

I swear she will always be in life, no matter what. whether her and I are in different states, different countries, or maybe won't even be in contact with each other. she'll always have a part of me. and i know she'll always be in my heart but mostly on my mind. when i come to visit home, I'll hear about her and how good her life is or read about her in a sports magazine labeled  "Best Female Basketball Player of the Year." and I'll think how happy i am that she's living the life she deserves. when I first fell for her, she became like a drug. She was a deadly but beautiful poison that streamed through my veins like a life time supply of heroin. and when she left I expected the poison to leave as well but it never did, it still covers every inch of my being. as the years passed, her smile permanently etched in my mind; I never loved another smile like I loved hers. sometimes when I listen to the radio some of our favorite songs would come on, ya the ones we'd  listen to in her moms car and she'd sing so loud but without a care; that's when, i swear, she was the most beautiful id ever seen her.