To My First Love,

I await for the day when I see you again.
I say this with guilt in my heart, that weighs heavier than weight worth gold.
My heart have always felt wrong for telling you otherwise.
My heart had always felt heavy whenever I talk to you,
Even when I told you, "I love you".

What I have envisioned you as, is nothing but just a facade.
Or was this what they call blind in love?
I vision you to be my first love, the first I knew I'd die for.
I vision you to be the man that I knew I could run to anytime.

All these versions of you I vision you to be, nothing but a facade.
Eventually, you will be sat across from me, you will lie to the public just so you could be set free.
Let me burn in agony, just so you could forget me.
And, I know I will be the one who is sat across from you,
Holding heavy weights in my heart, wires around my neck, with teary eyes,
Keeping silent because, this is what I call love.

So, I await for the day I see you again.
Across from me, lying, denying any allegations.
I will smile, and cry inside, saying,
"This is what I mean by I love you, endlessly".