A first love can come from highschool, even being a sweetheart.

It started with small talk in class

To trying to do everything with them

Or in benefit to see them more

That boy who was in one of your classes

Who then became your boyfriend

And you had a picture perfect relationship

Although no one saw behind the scenes

You started to think to yourself

That it’s familiar

And then you remember

To think way back

To the childhood days

The ones where you’d play dress up,

All alone

Because the one

Who was suppose to play with you

Used the excuse of

“I’m busy honey I’ll play with you later”

But later never came

As time went on

Personality changed into

Rebellious and naive

Dad tried to tell you things

That you refused to believe

Those types of fights are normal

Because every child and parent can fight

But this fight was far worse than normal

For abuse was shown

Maybe not physically shown,

But found in the heart

And the mind

And since everyone always appreciates their dads

You’re almost forced to think the same

Having to sit back, smile and agree,

But inside you're trying to hide the emotional abuse that is clearly seen

Expressing this part,

Is too heavy for my heart,

So I’ll keep it short, simple, and somewhat sweet,

Dads are supposed to be your first love

But what if they aren’t?

You won’t know the right from the wrong boy

You’ll end up falling for the wrong person

And believe you’re in love

When you’re really truly not

Because the same “love” that your father once showed you

Will be repeated

By that boy from that one class

So when you think of your very first love

Especially when you’ve never even really seen it,

It might be hard to realize

That it wasn’t even there.