Story on my arm

I will tell you a story
i will not use words
i will write it here
here on my arm

a story of love
a story of heartbreak
three different men
one lonely yeart

the first is a j
it is crazy to say
i am in love
with my best friend

the next is a t
it is easy to see
he is in love
but not with me

the last is a j
it seems every day
i love him more
against my will

there is one more
not yet mentioned
he is the one
who broke my heart first

it is hidden out of sight
but never will be gone
when the others fade with time
the old one will appear

the last is an s
the real love test
he leaves a scar
on my arm and my heart

i have been in love
three times so far
i have fallen in love
almost twice now

i do not think it is possible
to love another man
just quite as much
as my first true love

i have lost him now
he has moved on
my first love is gone
but never forgotten