She was my first, I'll never forget.

She lives in a folder with my other regrets.

However, she was no mistake.

Rather, she is a test I wish I could retake

or a program that I could reset.

Elegant with every breath,

close promiximity brought me near death.

In the days where my voice would shake,

she was my first crush.

I texted first, she replied like a jet.

We then had a "thing" but my fear hasn't seized me yet.

Our "thing" lasted for like 3 weeks; those weeks were great.

We texted and texted, our friends wanted us to date.

Succumbed by a mysterious fear, I ran away without a sweat.

There goes my first crush.