First time

There is a first and a last.
You can still hear her screams at night
When you close your eyes you can feel her tears
In the morning you see her mess, her pain is written in blood
Grabbing your coffee you walk past what happened
Pretending you weren’t cutting her as you type
Chatting to friends and yet when you close your eyes its back to yesterday
To the time you first saw her cross the street
From the first time you tasted pain
She looked and you and frowned
You looked and her and all thought was lost
It wasn’t your fault you tell yourself
Things just happened

Published: 12/13/2009
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