First Love

By Kevin Santos

Needless to say, this book is full of love. It has hate involving sadness with anger. I believe that each poem surrounds itself with boldness of a feeling. This book was written in just the way you go through over fifty emotions a day. It shows the worse that can come out of anyone, along with the tears they shed later. Aside from emotions, it proves that words have the power to overcome anything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jul 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781490705453

Kevin Santos

The author of this book takes life a breath at a time. He believes in love with every bone in him, a hopeless romantic seeking passion. He is guilty of breaking hearts although he walks restless on earth with his in pieces. The words in this book keep him alive.

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Copyright 2013 Kevin Santos.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

isbn: 978-1-4907-0544-6 (sc)

isbn: 978-1-4907-0546-0 (hc)

isbn: 978-1-4907-0545-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013912123

Trafford rev. 07/09/2013

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Contents

Introduction

A Box

A Good-Bye

Acquit

Abandon

Across from Me

Addiction

All Alone

Aphotic

At Night

Be You

Beloved

Bliss

Break

Brood

But Again

Cracker

Creek

Cry

Deplore

Did You Know?

Dire

Eccedentesiast

Eighty-Two

Fabulist

Forever Yours

Forgotten

Give Me One Minute

Go On

Good Morning

Groggy

Happy Birthday

Hello

Hold On

How Much?

I

I See You

I’m Okay

I’m Not Okay

If I Wish Upon a Star

Irreplaceable

Laughter

Leave

Lecture

Look at Me

Look at Me Now

Love on an Island

Lovey-Dovey

Malicious

Mien

My Incurable Romance

My Christmas Tree

My Pain

Nonsense

Oxymoron

Peaches and Cream

Perfect Woman

Phantom

Perhaps

Private Property

Resurrected

Roots

Running

Showtime

Skipping

Sleep

Soothe

Spoony

Subject to Favor

Suddenly

Tasty

Thanks

That Is Me

The Best

The Birds Sing

The Missing Page

Throw Me Out

Time

To Me

Valentine’s Day

Weak

Welcome

Winner

Wondering

You

Your Presence

Ending

Introduction

K evin,

You need to stop.

We are not cool, and we probably won’t ever be,

so please,

forget I exist.

I don’t hate you, but I don’t have interest on following up on your life.

No, you don’t have to be or do anything.

You just really got to stop trying to speak to me on random days in a year.

We are big already.

It should be easy for you to understand.

Forget me.

You don’t feel love.

You can feel guilty, which can be worst in some senses.

I don’t feel the same for you.

I don’t see myself ever again with you.

You need to stop; you’ll never have me.

I was young when I was with you,

Forgive yourself, and you’ll begin to live again.

Every time you text me,

I jump,

thinking it’s someone else.

Take care.

Leave me alone, Kevin.

You better not ever

get near me.

A Box

I want to put away this crazy amount of love I have for you in a box,

close it, and send it out to a desert.

There,

no one will find it, and hopefully, an animal will eat it.

I wish you were a fish

so I can pull you out of the water and know that, right then and there, your life will end.

It’s a dark world.

You were the moon and sun in mine.

They say

every heartbeat is different.

Then why is it that I still feel yours beat against mine?

How can someone love the amount I do and, on the other side of this love, feel hate?

It’s sad.

It’s miserable to know that if I had the chance to steal your heart, I would take it,

make it mine forever.

I would love that.

My craving for you has just begun.

I won’t stop yearning until I reach the end of this long, dark tunnel.

I walk in alone

with no watch to look at the time

or

a single soul to comfort my isolation.

I’m only wishing to myself you’re at the end.

Once upon a bright day in March, there was planted a flower by an angel,

set to grow with every color of the rainbow.

It grew strong and had more gleam than color.

It rained every day only on that flower.

It was blessed with strong leaves and a strong stem to withstand any hurricane.

The world would look at it and would admire it.

Some would even envy it.

They called it forever.

In the beginning, this flower depended on only two roots

but, eventually, grew out to be one stem.

With time, like everything else in the world,

it started to develop a complication.

One of those roots

stopped growing,

feeding energy off the sun,

and had a strong lack of water.

It started to abridge and look sad.

Now it has no world.

The one root that’s left will slowly but surely vanish.

Although it is dead,

it still only feels the other’s touch.

It only misses it, and its days are gloomy.

The colors are fading.

How do I calm my flower’s wrath of annihilation if you were the calm?

Where could you have gone?

I want to eat the flower;

maybe then, it will not suffer anymore.

I want to get a florist and ask for help;

maybe then, it can live.

I wish there was a way to let it live.

The hands