My first love

A poem about nonsense and insensibility. A poem about the first person I loved, and how I can never shake the thoughts and feelings from my memories. About the months of unrelenting hurt, and hate and aversions. But still to ****. Was actually two songs, that I just couldn't get a melody for. Lyrical mashup. Which goes to show. Two good things combined, aint always a good thing.

Even when I say Im not
On display 'cause I forgot
I am not my own, never alone, still...
Not my own

I miss you so much, hate you so much
I love you, but I hate you

Im a seeker of truth
You are a hunter of contradictions

And if I say that I have not
Been led astray cause I forgot
The time that I knelt down by the ornate street
Found my lover by the tower of harlets and thieves

Took so long not to get you
Took so long for you to cut me through

You played with my feelings,
with the same bashfulness,
that I child plays with his toys.