First time love(?) is *evil.*
Like a fever in the brain.
A fever made of
rainbows, and springtime, and sunshine.
Like being forced
to eat ten bowls of sugar
while watching Care Bears.
First time love(?) is *annoying.*
I giggle.
I *never* giggle.
I smile for no good reason.
More than once,
I've sighed happily.
Sometimes I'm even beatific.
First time love(?) is *stupid.*
Spending hours chatting online,
and not sleeping,
exhausts me.
I worry that I'm going too fast,
or too slow,
and obsess over idiotic things.
First time love(?) is *scary.*
I fear that I'm losing myself;
for I've been called cute-
and I didn't mind.
And what if I screw something up?
What if the distance's too much?
Sometimes I'm terrified.

But the worst part
of first time love(?)
is that I'm being all sweet and girly,
and I *like* it.
Dammit.

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