first heartbreak

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I’m the kind to feel everything through

but there is pain that even I push down

the memories that dare not surface

or I shall drown

I had victoriously forgotten for years

but I suppose you had to touch that nerve

a familiar tremble, a similar ache

you broke me so atrociously

you reminded me of my first heartbreak

the kind I must be cautious to mention

because most shall not understand

the kind where I tirelessly convince myself

for me you were not right

but for some days I lose myself,

my sanity and my appetite

tears know no bounds

my soul shivers as my hands shake

your deeds so merciless

I’m reminded of my first heartbreak

-maithili

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