To everyone who still remembers their first love - unrequited or reciprocated, short lived or long lasting, ending in heartbreak or happily ever after.

If love was a flower,

Our love started out as a tiny seed

Deep inside my heart.

Everyday I nurtured it until one day

The bud burst through my ribcage

And blossomed in my chest.

Even though I work hard to make our flower grow,

I am scared that one day

You will rip the flower out of my chest

And trample it on the ground

Like it was a common weed.

Fake laughter and forged happiness

To hide the darkness swallowing me

A sliver of light begins to shine through

It must be hope radiating from you

You say you love me, but if that's true

Where were you when I needed you most?

When I cried every night for a week?

When I couldn't even gather the will power

To get out of bed in the morning?

You say you love me, but don't bother to help.

But you don't have to worry about me

Because when the darkness is done with me,

It will go after you.