Love

I had a first love.
It put my head in the clouds above.
We were head over heals.
He gave me the best feels.
One day we crashed and bashed.
My first love stopped being fun.
And then the next day we were done.
I met a special girl.
The butterflies she gave me,made me wanna hurl.
I spent everyday talking to her. I was so sure.
I was so sure that I wanted her.
People hated our love, and I ran away from the angel wings that kept my heart above.
I had done this once, then this twice.
I had her heart in a vice.
I should've never taken that chance.
Now my lucks run out with her.
I'm pretty sure.
I've gotta move on.
Because my first amd second loves are gone.
And I can only blame myself.