First Loves & Such

That hopeless feeling
of romancing the spirit
and wanting to hear
those three small words
that make your stomach churn & heart thump like a hollow gourd
thirsty for his love.

That too tight feeling
of a consuming heart
to start anew, far too few experiences
of true, beautiful moments
and too many of bitterness like 90% chocolate
without the sugar of his love.

That hollow feeling
of remembering the ending
and threading together the pieces
of a shattered spirit & too tight heart,
the slight, simple season
of young love,
so far above your reach & reason
and you seek out
his love,
but realize

what a fool is the lover
                                 to hover
                                              in the season of her youth.