A Prose For My Second Love

     You are my second love. That's right, my second true love. You are not the first one to kiss my lips. Nor the first one to give me a romantic hug. You didn't get the chance to be the first person to comfort me when I'm down. But for now, you have the chance to be the first one to not break my heart.
     I know being with me feels terrible and unbearable. Trust me, I can't handle myself either. If you feel like I'll just crush your soul, please leave. Don't get me wrong, the idea of you leaving me makes me weak. But I want you to know that if you must, then you may.
     And if by chance you're still choosing me, thank you. My first one sure is a disaster, but you came and I'll forever be grateful. You showed me how to love again. You reminded me how wonderful it is to feel loved. For the second time, I'll give my all. Every inch of my broken pieces. I want to feel your love pick those pieces again. Thank you; this is for you. A prose for my second love and hopefully my last.