An ode to my first love

img_2048This is an ode to my first love.

While you may have not been a person, the love I have for you is almost more true then any other love.

Our love is not perfect, almost even toxic, but I cannot imagine my life without you.

Almost everyday we fight, you give me shin splints, sore joints, and rolled ankles.

But I am not innocent in this love, I give you anger, hate, and sometimes half ass attempts to make things work.

My first love did me wrong, it began to stop believing in me.

It began to give up on me.

I began to lose myself.

Healing from a first love is never easy.

But it must be done.

My love for it will never change, but I cannot look back.

The choice has been made.

This is an ode to my first love.

 

Author: Talented But Tired

15 somewhere in the Chicago Area I am very hungry

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