Last Night

Moved on

yes am done

yes I try

yes I still cry

yes i still listen to love songs think about you

yes you’re still my first love

I hate how I second guess myself when it comes to you

I hate how I smile while talking to you late at night

I hate how I imagine dating you

I hate how I’ve said I love you as a bother

to not ruin things

I hate how I try not to love you

I hate how I say I’ve moved on

I have moved on

Or have I

My feelings for you is like how snow falls

There times it’s falling fast and I can see it

Other times I chose to ignore it as if it was specks

I thought I had moved on

But tonight has made me realize maybe

I haven’t

Author Notes: First loves are the hardest even more when you rely on them

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