Happy birthday.

Last night,
I wanted to write you a letter
but I didn't, first love.
it was the eve of your birthday
and I was sitting in my room
half thoughtful, half gutted
..full surprised.

I always knew, time would
eventually pass, but I still
can't believe we already have
six years making out behind our backs.

you share your birthday with
my favorite poet, first love.

and if your words would have
ever been at least half as beautiful
as hers, I would probably be
still sleeping at your feet.

and you, you would still be trying
to wake me, pressing your
feet on my ribs like you always did

I loved you long before I could write,
yet, it is now that I see
why I never wrote you a poem

before writing, I did not know
what love meant

so I guess,
you were just love,
but not my first.

...Happy birthday

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to the first boy to ever give me butterflies.
I hope you're well.