First Love's Knife

I can still remember the butterflies
Fluttering through me,
Tickling me when I saw you,
Talked to you,
When you smiled at me,
And your touch that electrified me,
The blindness that came with a first love.
But I woke up when you stabbed a knife into the small of my back,
You know, where you always used to caress.
You left a gaping wound so deep, it was a river of blood,
Flowing from my heart that you tore out of my chest.
Over time, the void has slowly filled,
The river dried out and I have healed,
Moved on to another who will treat me right.
But no matter how much time will pass,
I'll always have the scars from my first love's betrayal.

-A.H.