First Love.

First Love.

I miss you so much, though I see you every single day.
I wished so much that it was love, but dreams can go astray.
And although I still love you, and it hurts me so damn much
I must erase you from my thoughts, your smile, your kiss, your touch.
A greater love, in my life, I have never known.
Though few have come, and fewer still have let their love be shown.
I'll say I'm sorry for whatever made you not love me,
But I still love you just as much, or more if possibly.
I'll dwell on it, even still, and sometimes cry a bit.
I'm sad, cause you don't seem to be; though, that's just part of it.
I'm sorry, love, I really am, but you still make my head swim.
I suffer life, though, knowing that you secretly love.. him.

-by me.