The first boy you ever loved tasted like lust and menthol cigarettes.
When he called you beautiful in his native language it sounded like music.
When he told you he loved you, it sounded like he almost meant it.

The first boy you ever wanted had steady hands.
He never complained about your tremble.
You had fault lines in your smile and he lived for earthquakes.
Your fingernails left shaky lines down his spine and he kissed you back anyways.

The first boy you ever lost is the one all the poems are about.
The world feels hollow without him.
There are billions of other people out there but none of them will look at you the way he did.
You miss him so much that you don’t even want them to.

—  The First Boy You Ever Lost
by Auriel Haack

Marilyn’s a weirdo but his music is bomb