It wasn't about your body being perfect. It wasn't about you being perfect. It was about that you had this...let me start again. It was about that when you weren't near that I would play you on repeat in my mind, intensely fixated on you, but when you were near, all I could see were the flaws that turned me off. Knowing those flaws intimately, I didn't care. The effect you had on me was too overpowering and addictive. You were worth more to me in that broken form than not at all.
first loves don't leave...I guess that's true.
Every now and then, I look you up and force myself to not send you a message, not to continue searching for you, not to continue to wonder about you. How I've failed!
Maybe the cycle of heartbreak is part of your attraction, a memory of you colored with devastation is your sex appeal, a tainted slaughter of affection is the cure, so now I engage in this affair of my mind flipping for an imagined love. No crushed kisses met with your re-emergence. For a few days, I can almost sense you, then it fades into the abyss and all normalizes.
first loves don't leave...I guess that's true.
Every now and then, I look you up and force myself to not send you a message, not to continue searching for you, not to continue to wonder about you. How I've failed!
Maybe the cycle of heartbreak is part of your attraction, a memory of you colored with devastation is your sex appeal, a tainted slaughter of affection is the cure, so now I engage in this affair of my mind flipping for an imagined love. No crushed kisses met with your re-emergence. For a few days, I can almost sense you, then it fades into the abyss and all normalizes.
