Met you in the middle school church band
A mic to my mouth and drumsticks in your hands
I never heard anyone play like the way that you did
You taught me some chords on piano
Took my innocence on the couch in my home
But I didn’t mind because I thought it would make you love me

I wrote my first love song about you
Just waiting to hear “I love you too”
The better part of my days wasted away 
Stuck in a cycle that I didn’t blame on–

You told my best friend that you loved her
No colder days than that sophomore year summer 
But I'd still sellout for the price of your eyes on me
Supposed to get wiser with 18
But I’m just the whore addicted to saving
And you are my parasite draining and bleeding me dry

I wrote my first love song about you
Just waiting to hear “I love you too”
The better part of my days wasted away 
stuck in a cycle that I didn’t blame on 
You robbed me of my youth 
Convinced me you were mine to lose 
Traded my prayers for your abuse
Wish I didn’t waste my first love song on–

Wrestled with rhymes, and I gave you my time, 
what once was poetic turned into crime
Dissonant changes, an imperfect cadence(you and I fall)
Back into patterns whispered under covers 
Wrote myself in as your star-crossed lover
Only a moment in my symphony (so why did I)

Write my first love song about you
Just waiting to hear “I love you too”
The better part of my days wasted away 
stuck in a cycle that I didn’t blame on 
You robbed me of my youth 
Convinced me you were mine to lose 
Traded my prayers for your abuse
Wish I didn’t waste my first love song on you

Elise Tanyag