Day By Day, Life Goes On

My first broken heart.

It came not long after I turned fourteen.

It was a girl who did it.

Maybe that’s what caused me to look towards guys.

She was so beautiful.

Well as beautiful as I knew at fourteen.

She was the first person I kissed.

Besides my parents.

An art geek.

Just like me.

Met over a bottle of paint.

Hands brushing.

Hearts rushing.

Eyes meeting.

I still get butterflies.

In my stomach.

Years after that happened.

Every time I thought about it.

Hey blue eyes still haunt me.

Never saw another pair like hers.

That was Lolita.