This is a bit I wrote for my sweet daughter when she was seventeen.
Last night
I tried to explain
First Love Heartbreak
And why you hurt so much.
Love is complicated
Messy and not always fair
Happily ever after
Isn’t guaranteed
The odds aren’t in our favor.
I didn’t want you to learn about
These intricate feelings
While you were so young
I hoped you’d be
As old as dirt
Like me
Before this happened
Or better still I hoped
You’d beat the odds
And be one of the rare ones
Whose First Love
Was your Forever Love.
You are my beautiful girl
Who up until last night
Believed in the art
Of romantic gestures
The nuance of passion
And lyrical promises.
Right now
You’re not only mourning
The end of something
You thought would last forever
Or at least longer than it did
You’re mourning
The loss of The First.
The knowledge that
You’ll never have that again
Is the frustrating veracity
The slap of reality
The cold water
Splashed in your face
The agony and anguish
We all want to escape.
You cried and said
You would never love another
The way you loved him
And the truth is
You won’t.
You only get one
Like this.
