By anonymous
Date: 6 March 2000
First love
Why am I still so vulnerable to you,
after you have hurt me
broke my heart,
and talked about me?
Why is it that when I see your smile,
I fall deep into a place that was long ago, yet
unbelievably comfortable to me?
You make me smile
you tease me, and find a way to nudge me or touch me.
A touch that sends chills down my body, a touch that I remember so well.
I look at you and your eyes bring me back to once upon a time.
Once upon a time when I was in love with you.
you were home to me, and a broken home took a long time to be fixed.
I thought it was all better now, It is.
that is, until I see your face again tomorrow.
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