The Dream Girl’s Dream

I don’t know what I need, nor what will make me happy. All I know is that I don’t want to move on.

There’s something pure about the first love that comes out of you.

It’s the best part.

It’s the freshest.

It’s the most innocent.

It makes me feel like the love I give to others after my first love will be adulterated.

It feels like sloppy seconds.

It feels like buying a used product from a grocery store.

That’s why I need to get better. I need to get her back. I need to show her that I’m the one for her.

She’s intertwined into my DNA,

she’s rooted into my brain,

she’s covered my heart and keeps it beating and warm,

she fills my lungs with air.

She still loves me. She’s told me.

She’s wants me to be a better version of myself.

She wants me to be the version of myself that she deserves.

She wants me to do it on my own and I don’t know how.

And I feel alone.