I am sorry for neglecting you First Love . . .
for people and experiences that were only temporary.
I haven’t given you much acknowledgement and appreciation as I should have.
You’ve been the only constant in my life that’s been mending what most wouldn’t dear touch.
Nurturing the cracks and weeding out things that were not of me . . .
And planting seeds that allowed me to be closer to my purest being.
As I watch those seeds blossom ,
I treated you like a mistress that I no longer wanted any parts of . . .
I am sorry for making you feel like you were the wrong in my life when you were the only right . . .
Because what has bloom and became a wonderful, vibrant field of flowers came from a gardener that saw the potential in something that was once so deserted that life couldn’t dwell there . . .
Thank you first love for being my soul (sol) when I thought I needed a mate.
For being the light during the times it was so dark that it grew harder to breathe . . .
To believe . . . To keep faith until there were brighter days . . .
And for always being home when the shadows of abandonment try to suck me in . . .
Say Her Name . . .
Poetry . . .
Forgive her First Love, For she didn’t know that you were more than just a listening ear, an escape, but peace that live and manifest within her . . .
With love that’s much more abundant than could ever be received . . .

P . O . E . T . R . Y

I Love You . . .

-Sunset🌻