The First.

“The day I fell for someone so hard that I was crying alone in a car, driving at the highest speed I can knowing I won’t get her.”

I liked a boy.

I liked him a lot, much to my chagrin.

He gave me no choice, really,

though there’s no way I’d rather have it been.

I knew it was doomed from the very first day,

because he didn’t have eyes for me.

Oh no, not for me,

but for her, which he made clear as day.

And trust me when I say I tried to stop,

I tried so hard to block it out.

But what say do I have, when fate’s made up it’s mind,

leaving me with nowhere to put it.

I liked a boy, though I swore I wouldn’t,

each laugh, each word, each glance in vain.

I hated the way I craved him, the way it hurt inside,

yet here I was, tangled in my own disdain.

Little did I know then, as I wrote in pain

that euphoria was just a year away.

The same boy, the same chest, 

but full this time.

It was the last day of November when I realised what fate had planned,

the thought of it making me giddy as I remember,

how I’d once thought I’d lost him for good,

not knowing I had only just found him, forever.

I liked a boy.

I liked him a lot, much to my chagrin,

He gave me no choice, really,

though there’s no way I’d rather have it been.