Always, Always

You always came and went like the seasons and like my favorite one, I was always left waiting, wanting, wishing you would come back sooner than later. Before I knew it, years flew by and the last vision I have of us is making love in the back seat of your car. But it wasn’t meant to be love, although there was always a hint of it hidden behind my eyes. (I wish you had better sight). Why do I make such destructive choices? It’s not right, it’s so wrong. And somehow, you had a way of convincing me without saying a word at all. I guess that’s how first loves will always be. They’ll always have that secret passageway into your heart — a way of sneaking into your skin, hiding under your ribs, and staying there forever. And I always knew that meant I was getting myself into trouble, but if it meant I got to be with you in ways I hadn’t been in a long time, I welcomed it in every way, every time.

(Un)fortunately, I still would.