They say
You never forget your first love
They say
That the first cut is always the deepest
But that time heals all things
And the sea is swollen with fish
But when Fry Day rolls around
I find myself being poisoned
By the elements that just don’t fit the mold
Even though this puzzle is the only one that’s complete
They say
That I have “a type”
They say
That the last shall be first
Because they all look the same
And even when I look at him I see the other
And then I wonder,
“Does that beached carcass remember me at all?”
Because it’s 3 am and now I’m stalking his social profiles
while Inamorato is a trained dog fetching me tea and chocolate.
I asked,
“Can we tell them we were highschool sweethearts?”
I asked,
“When we’re older?”
And of course his response was ,“Of course.”
....That was before he left.
So, now I have a shoebox of worthless penguin pebbles
stashed in the bottom of my closet,
And when my love life’s bunny hills turn to diamonds I look inside it.
And then I start to panic because I’m not ready for the 3-ring circus
They say
I’m better off
They say
That this guy is amazing
That he loves me very much
and I know it’s true because he lassos the moon
And would build my dreamhouse
That is, if Ryan Gosling hadn’t beaten him to it
But Miss Golightly’s mean reds still share my bed
And I can’t help but think it should be someone else.
I say
They’re right
I say
That this is better
That before was too much passion for even the queen of hearts
And the slow burn lasts longer than hot flames
When they ask me if I’m giving up on romance
I shake my head, “this is true love,”
And I say, “You just never forget your first love.”