First love
I hope you think of me whenever you see tulips…
I know it’s selfish but you have to feel it too
You can’t tell me nothing reminds you of me
when everything around me resembles you!
Yes, I still think of you every time I buy that chocolate, watch that movie,
or see someone with a tote bag on their left shoulder...
So why’s it fair that you get to move on?
How is it fair that you don’t stay up at 3 am wondering what went wrong?
I hope you told your mom about me.
I hope you remember me every time you buy doughnuts…
“right person, wrong time”
That’s what everyone’s been saying.
I think you were the right person at the right time.
I didn’t fall in love with you, you fell in love with me;
I fell in love with how much you loved me…
I know it’s wrong but I miss our 10 pm calls
That would go on for hours talking about the dumbest things.
I miss our inside jokes, our nicknames…
I miss-
The idea of you.
And as much as it hurts me,
I have to let it go…
Because even if you did miss me,
think about me, reminisce…
It wouldn’t change the fact that you were the right person at the right time.
Just not the outcome either of us wanted
But one we should’ve expected.
We were destined to care for each other
Even if it was only for a minute.
I hope you smile when you look at your notebook
I hope you still want to read my poems…
OF COURSE,
I hope you still think of me!
but, I hope you’re happy.
About this poem
I wrote this poem after realizing how much of an impact my ex had on my life. Writing a poem was my way of expressing how much I missed our relationship because I felt like I was in denial at first.
Font size:
Written on June 22, 2022
Submitted by mutheketela on July 06, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
- 1:31 min read
- 1 View
Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCBCDEFCGHIHCCJKLMBCNCMHOODPQRSCC |
---|---|
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,436 |
Words | 304 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 34 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"First love" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 25 Apr. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/133321/first-love>.
Discuss the poem First love with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In