You are my first.
First one who made me laugh by just using the simplest knock knock jokes that didn't even made sense.
The first one who made me ridiculously happy just because of the little banters we share between classes.
The first one who gave me sleepless nights because of your deep curiosity and dramatic sense for poetry.
You were there, first who carried my things, first boy who held my hand.
The one who covered up for my mistakes in class, the one who meant the compliments he gave me, and the first one who was there at my darkest.
You were the first one who made me realize, that somehow, my soul is still part of this world.
The first one who made me think that home isn't just a simple architecture, but a person too.
But you see, you are also my first.
First one who knew how to turn the butterflies in my stomach to wasps.
You were the first one who made me feel this huge void sucking every feeling I have.
It was the first time, where I felt everything and nothing at all, at the same.
You were the first one who made me cry.
The first whose absence made me every part of me ache.
You were the first person whom I tried to write about, but failed to find the right sentences.
You were my first firework, you gave me your whole constellations and made me see what's behind each of them.
You gave me rhapsodies every time you say something to my ear.
Every memory we made, every thing you said, they were all euphorbias to me.
You were my first.
The first dream of my soul.
The boy who has all my words, but now I have found them again.
Now, I'm letting you go.
- Margo -
Now, I'm letting you go.
- Margo -






YOU WERE MY FIRST




