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I can’t remember
anything
about the first time
I fell in love
because I loved places & things
long before people
I didn’t know what love was
before I saw it
breaking glasses
screaming profanities
or pushing a woman against a wall
turns out
I did feel love before
that woman was my mother
or I felt it pushing
up against my walls
I knew and felt love
before euphoria could be dangerous
dopamine could be a drug or
desire
could be violent
The first time never matters
not for love
for sex
or for anything else good in this world
that broken people
are always breaking
The best things that matter
are what you can remember
and the worst
are the things
you can’t forget

© Mary dela Torre, 2017

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