a glimpse at my first heartbreak

All these feelings collaborating to make lifeforms of what we love, what we hate, what we are. We are inner twining ourselves with sexual art that means so much but not enough. He was the first to take it away from you; take your heart away and contaminate its essence with memories and the same quotes that would so often ride off of your tongue. It was not the "I love you's" or the millions of "forevers" that would be said but the corny jokes and the crying calls in the middle of the night when you couldn't handle what was given. Your hands would collapse into his before you would notice and this is all you have become, a dramatic love that would not let you eat. Your dreams were lost inside of him and you could not sleep. You were no longer a whole, alone.