Sunday, September 5, 2021

To catch you first

If I met you before
the craziness of this world
Shook your very core
Would you have loved me back?
If all of them didn't hurt you 
And left you broken to pieces
Would things would have worked out?
If we loved the broken people
Before they were broken by others
Would the course of this poem
Be different than it is now?
I guess we'll never know
And the what ifs are just
Fading thoughts
I kinda wish I met your first
So that I could show you
What love is like
Before you loathe the word
The opportunity to love you first
Is a luxury I could not enjoy
Nor a privilege not mine to begin with
But I would be lying
If I were to tell you
That I didn't wish 
That I was there to catch you first 

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