“write about your first love or what you think a first love should/would be like?”
you were destructive in the kindest sense of the word, ripping through skin and flesh to get to the grit. the heart of the matter. past my tan lines and scarred hands you saw a vulnerability. a quiet moment to relax in and you took it. bathing in my blood and setting up home in my chest. you lived from me for days and grew on me but suddenly were gone as fast as you came. leaving cracks in my ribs, a testament to your lack of commitment and another story to tell.