Dear First Love

To first love, you know who you are

you know what you did

But why did you have to pick me.

There were dozens girls that could have fell for your tricks

but still yet it was me you pick. Why?


Never in my life have a had a regret.

The day I met I never knew you could do this to me.


And till this day I do not know why.

Was she better than me, cuter maybe?

She had longer hair but should that matter.

You made me feel pain like never before

and that is why you are my first regret.


But hey, I guess I have to thank you huh

because if it was not for you I would be a dumb,

clueless girl who thought that know one could hurt her.

So thank you for the hurt you gave me.


                                             A stronger girl.

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