The Second

The second boy I ever loved is a different tale all together

This time it was a slower burn, reducing us into embers

You remember, that December, when you decided you were the emperor

Of everything in my realm, constantly overwhelmed

My senses with the power you stripped away from myself

I tried to leave, but I was tied to the hitching post of your self-pity

Your agony, your suffering, your constant lack of clarity

Of  yourself, making it my job to stay and be your remedy

I watched myself slowly lose all the little bits of me

Just to watch them being crushed up

And fed into your broken psyche

Your ego, your last blow, the guilt trips,

The "don't go"

You made leaving hard, and staying even harder

My peace for your security, that’s how we bartered

There are a lot of wounds within me, which are still yet to heal

But to be honest I'm grateful, because you taught me how to feel

You taught me what love is, what it means to be affectionate

You taught me of the thin line between passion and hatred

And the true teacher wasn't you, but the entire experience

Because  your first broken heart can leave you quite delirious

The way you cope with it will define who you are

If you take it with grace or if you go to war

Times will change, tides will change and so will the scars

The courage and the strength you gained will stay in your heart

So to sum it up, I'm grateful to the second boy I loved

My first real love, my first everything, so loud and so proud

We're strangers now but I don't think either of us regret it

Let's take what's ours and leave, we no longer have to protect it.