First Spring

Sometimes I wish that I were new
That I could love you like my first spring
Before the scars
The fears
The baggage I heap on you
As if you had none to carry

I wish I didn't see
When I close my eyes
The broken husks
Of past lovers
Of past mes
Of the girl I used to be
The girl you deserve

Sometimes you make me forget
Forget to be afraid
Forget to be hurt
Forget to be crippled
In those moments
I do not hate myself
For not being all I can for you.

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