My First Time.

It was an abyss, you and I.
I had hollowed out a space within me that was just your size and shape and colour.

You were my first, my 1 of 2.
I was your first, your second of many.

My hair grew longer, quickly.

I could never drink enough to think you were clever,
You drank enough to make our mistakes.

My eyes, once looking forward, now only saw the ground.
I slipped further into a wooden box that was fully lined with lace.

You told me I was prettier when I cried.

I thought you would use your hands to hold mine
but they dug at me, deepening the hollow, leaving a space for me that grew smaller and smaller.

Along my dresser stood expensive soldiers of indiscretion.
You stopped looking me in the eye when we kissed.

You left us in the inky dark.
I washed my sheets at midnight.