First Love

You said you’d never leave, Unless I asked you to go. You said you loved me first, But how was I to know? You were the first to break me, Devastate me with your indifference. I hated who I’d become, But how was I to know? You took what was not yours, Thinking it was owed. Looking back I see that, But how was I to know? You never said you were sorry. Guess you never thought you should. The loss of firsts is over, But how was I to know? You saw me years later, Disinterest was aired to your face. Hurt was still immediate deep down, But how were you to know?